May 2012
1 post
duh-dance
is it something or
is it not something?
its the body on body
its the pelvis to hip
and the movement of these together
and against
as one
apart but working together to create that bump that grind, the friction that physics proves makes fire
initiate that spark that isnites as bay parts get closer than close because of the barrier,
the barrier of fabric that makes the rub,
and the dub...
April 2012
1 post
1 tag
Fest. 2010.
Documentation: Is it the goal of photography or is it the bastardization of the need to see, to re-see, to remember and communicate. To share and to hide. Keep in secret in a drawer beside the bed. To always remember and never forget for a moment. But if a photograph is only a moment captured not in time or space but in silver gelatin, then how can we remember the experience. Its not a moment, its...
December 2011
1 post
September 2011
1 post
2 tags
May 2011
2 posts
Instead of an IB Exam
implore
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I implore you
explore the concept of creative inspiration
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be inspired to expire
your time away
BE GONE!
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be present in today
by throwing it away
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for the works of Who Knows Who
to lose yourself
in their flows of brain storming
thought provoking
and effective
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shock the reader
you are shocked
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charged by your revival
no striving for survival
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blessed are the...
September 2010
1 post
August 2010
17 posts
“The world bursts at the seams with people ready to tell you you’re not...”
– Keith Olbermann
“No. No no no no. It is not easy. Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of...”
– NAOMI AND ELY’S NO KISS LIST BY RACHEL COHN AND DAVID LEVITHAN
“Other bands, it’s about sex. Or pain. Or some fantasy. But The Beatles,...”
– Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist BY RACHEL COHN AND DAVID LEVITHAN
“We’d walk home together in the foggy summer night and I’d tell her...”
– Story of a Girl
by Sara Zarr
"on your dash"
I found this once when I was perusing though Ansel Adams images online, I’ve been drawn to it again and again ever since.
“12 days ago we stumbled across deserts made of concrete. My hands stunk of lamb oil you rubbed through the milky strands of your auburn hair. I loved how you loved me when you were nineteen. The devilish glare in my rear view mirror as we hit 120 somewhere...
The Solution to My Life's Goal →
May 2010
2 posts
"Indestructible"
To me, adolescence was the time when we all knew who we were. We knew enough to accomplish self-righteousness. We knew we talked the wrong way, had unkempt style, and smelled janky as hell. However, in the eyes of our math teachers, our best friends-parents, and sometimes our own parents; we were hinging on self-destruction, no matter who we were. And while they would push the envelope on...
