At Times Like These, I'm at My Lowest Ebb

Long Nights of Pasty Faced Tunes Echo in Rooms

Living Room Tent+Naps+Cantaloupe+Beach House
I have 1000 cures for loneliness, but none of them work as well as your company.

Come With Me to the Edge

"There is a beautiful saying by an American philosopher Alan Watts, who says that '...through our eyes the universe is perceiving itself and through our ears the universe is listening to its cosmic harmonies. And we are the witness through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory...of its magnificence.'"

-Stefan Pashov

The Inside Out Building

51 Lime St. London, England
Though the neoclassical-slapped-on facade of the Lloyds Building in London is Howard Roark's (Ayn Rand's) worst nightmare, the water pipes and electrical power conduits on the outside of the building do so much more than dazzle tourists with a mediocre knowledge of architecture (someday I hope to be that tourist!) It also opens up a lot of useful space in the interior of the building. Leave it to an industrial designer to make such a functional beauty.

maybe it's just me, but I think the interior is reminiscent of the Bradbury building in L.A. (the first image shows the interior escalators of the Lloyds of London Building, and the second is the staircase of the Bradbury Building as seen in the movie "Blade Runner")
top photo cred: Stanton M. Woods

So Many Directions

Yayoi Kusama, Infinity Mirror Room (Phalli’s Field), 1965, sewn stuffed fabric, mirrors, 360×360 x 324 cm. Installation, Floor Show, Castellane Gallery, New York


But no confidence in the proposed inclination.

∞

I choose to wait.

Some In, Some Out

Miroslaw Balka
White Cube

Philip-Lorca diCorcia

Francesco 1985

Andre Smith; 28 years old; Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Marylin; 28 years old; Las Vegas, Nevada

Chris; 28 years old; Los Angeles, CA

Brian 1988

Gianni 1984

Mike Miller, 24 years, Allentown, PA

Ike Cole, 38 years old, Los Angeles, CA

Brent Booth, 21 years old, Des Moines, Iowa

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"During the late 1970s, during diCorcia's early career, he used to situate his friends and family within fictional interior tableaus, that would make the viewer think that the pictures were spontaneous shots of someone's everyday life, when they were in fact carefully staged and planned in beforehand. He would later start photographing random people in urban spaces all around the world. When in Berlin, Calcutta, Hollywood, New York, Rome and Tokyo, he would often hide lights in the pavement, which would illuminate a random subject in a special way, often isolating them from the other people in the street."

Jacob Escobedo

Kerry, Jake , Brandon , Sophie

This series of drawings was started in 2007 to make a connection to friends and loved ones by interpreting each of their favorite animals. Each drawing is named after that person.

Baisers volés du cœur

SECRET CONFESSION
I would rather be with you!
I wish you would feel the same.

Crustacean Island

There could be an island paradise
where crustaceans prevail.
Click, click, go the lobsters
with their china mitts and
articulated tails.
It would not be sad like whales
with their immense and patient sieving
and the sobering modesty
of their general way of living.
It would be an island blessed
with only cold-blooded residents
and no human angle.
It would echo with a thousand castanets
and no flamencos.

By Kay Ryan

Love Resigns

Excerpt from Blood Wedding
By Lorca

Beggar Woman:
that moon's going away, just when they's near. they won't get past here. the river's whisper and the whispering tree trunks will muffle the torn flight of their shrieks. It has to be here, and soon. I'm worn out. The coffins are ready, and white sheets wait on the floor of the bedroom for heavy bodies with torn throats. let not one bird awake,let the breeze, gathering their moans in her skirt, fly with them over black tree tops or bury them in soft mud.
Oh that moon! that moon!

Moon:
But let them be a long time a-dying. So the blood will slide its delicate hissing between my fingers. look how my ashen valleys already are waking in longing for this fountain of shuddering gushes!

Yerma:
I didn't come to these four walls to resign myself. When a cloth binds my head so my mouth wont drop open, and my hands are tied tight in my coffin-then, then I'll resign myself

For the Times I Spent, Trying to Fill Small Spaces

perhaps we will meet again
along an edge, or below a bottle cap.
but until then, an anagram poem,
because Love always has to be hidden for a time.
and sometimes Love must resign itself altogether.



[Her]

Yodel Sillies, sonny
only solely inside
Lonely, Noisy Slides