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Even now, I persist in believing that these black marks on white paper bear the greatest significance, that if I keep writing I might be able to catch the rainbow of consciousness in a jar.

Jeffrey Eugenides


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Sunday, December third, 2017

🦋 Ani'nin sessizliği

Yet, can’t we do better than silence? Today, each student will receive a musical score and a instrument designed to imitate birds. A birdcall. Once in Ani everyone will hide in the ruins and start calling the birds. At first a few cries will interrupt the silence, then a melody will grow until a chorus of bird calls echo across the valley all the way to Armenia. And the singing will go on to the point of exhaustion, until the birds return to Ani and life comes back to the forgotten city.

The silence of Ani from Francis Alÿs on Vimeo.

posted afternoon of December third, 2017: Respond
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Friday, October 27th, 2017

🦋 No debe ser marinero

No debe ser marinero
quien quiere dejar rastro.
La estela de la barca
se ensancha y despacio
desaparece. Sin hacer ruido
golpea el remo
otra vez contra el agua.

posted evening of October 27th, 2017: 8 responses
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🦋 Pine branches

Pine branches like spokes
on a rimless wheel

twowheels

posted afternoon of October 27th, 2017: Respond
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wallpaper

posted afternoon of October 27th, 2017: Respond
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Tuesday, October 10th, 2017

Deep blues, and reds,
And pastel shades of gray and tan
Are the colours that line Meeker Street

posted afternoon of October 10th, 2017: Respond
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Monday, September 25th, 2017

🦋 Flesh and bones

Flesh and bones, I wear you like an overcoat.
Flesh and bones, you carry me around
like a favorite toy.

posted morning of September 25th, 2017: Respond
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Tuesday, July 25th, 2017

The cool, heavy sun is mute: Apollo's
giddy, radiant youth
now past and gone.

The sky is cloudy. Daisy's
nervous growl
reminds you
you need to be somewhere
in an hour or two,
reminds you
it's Sunday.

posted evening of July 25th, 2017: Respond

Wednesday, July 19th, 2017

Myriad the threads of sound, distinct, which woven together undergird
the forest's deep, majestic Silence-- the wind, the trickling water,
birds... distant traffic... angry fat guy yelling at his girlfriend on the
phone...

posted evening of July 19th, 2017: Respond

Monday, July 10th, 2017

🦋 WITH INSURANCE

posted evening of July 10th, 2017: Respond

Saturday, July 8th, 2017

🦋 #arspoetica #analogiesfortime

posted morning of July 8th, 2017: Respond

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