REMEDY INKORPORATED

why don’t you go fly a kite

Tue, 14 May 2013 21:20:05 -0500

why don’t you go fly a kite

shawano

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 22:40:03 -0500

shawano

"“You can be a silent witness, which means silence itself can become a way of communication. There is..."

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 21:20:03 -0500

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“You can be a silent witness, which means silence itself can become a way of communication. There is so much in silence. There is an archeology of silence. There is a geography of silence. There is a theology of silence. There is a history of silence. Silence is universal and you can work within it, within its own parameters and its own context, and make that silence into a testimony. Job was silent after he lost his children and everything, his fortune and his health. Job, for seven days and seven nights he was silent, and his three friends who came to visit him were also silent. That must have been a powerful silence, a brilliant silence. You see, silence itself can be testimony and I was waiting for ten years, really, but it wasn’t the intention. My intention simply was to be sure that the words I would use are the proper words. I was afraid of language.”

-Elie Wiesel:
(N.B. All is noise. Ref. Serres, Genesis.)

”

- (via sacreamour)

they picked all crocus they could find

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 20:10:44 -0500

they picked all crocus they could find

"Routine, repetition, tedium, monotony, ephemeracy, inconsequence, abstraction, disorder, boredom,..."

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 22:40:07 -0500

“Routine, repetition, tedium, monotony, ephemeracy, inconsequence, abstraction, disorder, boredom, angst, ennui—these are the true hero’s enemies, and make no mistake, they are fearsome indeed. For they are real.”

- David Foster Wallace, The Pale King (via streamingc)

ephemeracy

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 21:20:05 -0500

ephemeracy

pale, transparent pink (via oneliteraturenut)

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 22:40:12 -0500

pale, transparent pink

(via oneliteraturenut)

"V is a kind of pale, transparent pink: I think it’s called, technically, quartz pink: this is..."

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 21:20:14 -0500

“V is a kind of pale, transparent pink: I think it’s called, technically, quartz pink: this is one of the closest colors that I can connect with the V.”

- Vladimir Nabokov on Synesthesia/color hearing

wave (via bastardette)

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 21:20:16 -0500

wave (via bastardette)

drought

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 22:40:31 -0500

then flood
we wait
then it comes in a rush gush
i would prefer a little much more
current over the course

no one remembers the truth of the dreams
a scene that keeps coming back
no matter how hard you try to push it

we wait for the bird to build its lovenest in the morning
praying for the mercury to rise
then lamenting warmth’s brevity

all the while in awe
and regretful of the inevitable end

must we spend our lives in sadness, knowing life ends?

it does lend a sense of levity

-from eso es

sammyslabbinck: ’ Nesting ‘

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 21:20:30 -0500

sammyslabbinck: ’ Nesting ‘

center valley/us hill

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 22:40:20 -0500

center valley/us hill

the valley like god's vein.

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 21:20:22 -0500

dream: the hill’s valley by duck creek was full of red hot air balloons. they all were the same shade of crimson red but each one had the most intricate texture, perhaps embroidered, it looked like the surfaces were crawling. the sky was very dark. the autumnal land was shadowed. it occurs to me the hot air balloons were like red blood cells and the valley like god’s vein.

red clover

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 22:40:16 -0500

red clover

rondeau (RON-do) noun

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 21:20:15 -0500

A poem of 13 lines with two rhymes and the opening words used as a refrain in two places.

I dreamt you died and I awoke.
The hills and valleys are no joke.
We trudged through sludge in the
Woods on the way home to Minnesota.
The bloated arm of sky pressed our necks
Voices pinged off our eardrums
And basslines strangely raised our mojo.
The vacuum was heavy and I slipped in a puddle
My girlfriend and her manfriend broke up
Carrie gave me mushrooms and big boobs
In the middle of a police parade
I dreamt you died and I awoke.
The hills and valleys are no joke.

juanonimo: William Miller - Ruined Polaroids THE REAL IS A WET...

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 22:40:16 -0500

juanonimo: William Miller - Ruined Polaroids

THE REAL IS A WET PHOTOGRAPH

circus

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 21:20:13 -0500

the circular circus
hovers over the hollow
of never
& glancing down
you view yourself
you with the infinite eyes
in the chasm
like you stepped off into heaven
catching white in your mouth
and two clouds with their shrouds
swing low
to touch your cheek
(shadow of aforementioned never
touching you)
drift of wind flutterbugs your hair
but the rest of all of you
will never sway today
for the evermore of sunlight
you cannot touch
is echoing in distant rooms
full of meaningless projects
THE REAL IS A WET PHOTOGRAPH
and you memorize the maze
cuz it’s not crazy to crave
this life pulse of people
but it sometimes seems so lovely
to float
in a golden box
as the leaves heave themselves
in dusty rows at our toes
the sound, unwound
reminds me of the fifties clown
who lost his leather jacket
but found his beatles button
‘rhymes with mutton’
i pause to explain
the rain
my brain
psychic pain
but the waves are just washups
could soon be a tossup
for 11 lucky rainbows
standing at my door, what for?
what’s the score?
hope you’ll be there with bells on
before we are all gone —
don’t count the cliches
as they’re sincere
and longwinded here
because the lassos
that are passions
bind us to this purpose
of every pore toward
magnetic rapture

Oculi - Blind Eye

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 22:40:08 -0500

Oculi - Blind Eye

"What empties itself falls into the place that is open."

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 21:20:06 -0500

“What empties itself falls into the place that is open.”

- Jane Hirschfield, from “A Hand” (via creatio-ex-materia)

eddievillanueva: Colorado Sky - 3/10/12 Eddie Villanueva at...

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 22:40:27 -0500

eddievillanueva: Colorado Sky - 3/10/12 Eddie Villanueva at Anderson Ranch Arts Center