Moving Pictures Silent Films

Oh wake me please when this is over
When the ice is melted away
And the hunger returns
I will be the same but older
And may be twice the bear that I thought I was

Where have you been and what have you done?

I've been under the ground
Eating prayers from this old book I found
Under the ground, saving it up
And spending it all on
moving pictures, silent films

Is this a dream I've been saving?
Where the hearts beat slower and slower
to almost nothing

great lake swimmers

Hi, How Are You

I keep getting these letters and ever since the movie came out [The Devil and Daniel Johnston] I get 4 or 5 letters a week and it says "Hi Daniel, I love your music. I too am mentally ill."

daniel johnston

Siddharta

-and none of it was worthy of his glance. It was all a lie, it all stank, it was all putrid with lies. Everything pretended to meaning and happiness and beauty, but it was all only putrescence and decay. The taste of the world was bitter. Life is pain.

Siddharta had one single goal before him- to become empty, empty of thirst, empty of desire, empty of dreams, empty of joy and sorrow. To die away from himself, no longer to be "I," to find the peace of an empty heart, to be open to wonder within an egoless mind- that was his goal. When every bit of ego was overcome and dead, when in his heart all cravings and compulsions had been stilled, then the ultimate must awaken, that innermost essence in one's being that is no longer ego, the great mystery.

herman hesse

Play It Again, Sam

"The two of you should get married and move into a hospital."

Paulo Coelho

"Life is about forgetting the answers and enjoying the questions."

Night Before Mutiny

Drifting, land in sight. Never nearer the marina. Did they curse old Serafina? Still we will not stand ashore. We should dive in, I should dive in. Not spend my only nights trying to keep calm. Far below deep waters' rising, rising. They left me here with a ship to sink. Queen of a wide open sea. I kissed the captain but the cabin boy was the one that did for me. Once more we will lie, lie once more will we. Don't close the book before sleep. And you'll be swallowed, you'll be swallowed. Not broken down but eaten up whole. Why am I slowing down now? Why am I feeling so worn out? I don't care whatever you're talking about. They left me here with ship to sink. Queen of a wide open sea. I kissed the captain but the cabin boy was the one that did for me. Once more we will lie, lie once more will we.

serafina steer

Albert Einstein

"The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources."

Lady Chatterley's Lover

Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

d.h. lawrence

Harper Lee

"Now, 75 years later in an abundant society where people have laptop, cell phones, iPods and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with books."

Emily

Anyhow I sat by your side, by the water
You taught me the names of the stars overhead
that I wrote down in my ledger
Though all I knew of the rote universe were those
Pleiades loosed in December
I promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember

That the meteorite is a source of the light
And the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire
that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void
that lies quiet in offering to thee

joanna newsom

Sergei Rachmaninoff

"Music is enough for a lifetime, but a lifetime is not enough for music."

Stranger than Paradise

Eddie: You know it's funny when you come to someplace new and everything looks just the same.

Does Not Suffice

You saw me rise to our occasion
And so deny the evidence
Caused me to burn and twist and grimace against you
Like something caught on a barbed wire fence

Now you can see me fall back here redoubled
Full bewildered and amazed
I have gotten into some terrible trouble
Beneath your blank and rinsing gaze

It does not suffice for you to say I am a sweet girl
Or to say you hate to see me sad because of you
It does not suffice to merely lie beside each other
As those who love each other do

joanna newsom

Of the Sea

And the crush of the deep, our secrets will keep
And the mermaids, they drift in the dark
With the salt all ablaze and the ships where they lay
There must be great fear in the spark

So here we will stay, all the demons at bay
From our arms and our eyes it seems
Away from the dirt, beneath the skirt of the sea
We won't wake from our dreams

aa bondy

Jean-Dominique Bauby

Once I was a master of recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories.

Since the demarcation [paralysis] runs across my mouth, I can only half-smile, which fairly faithfully reflects my ups and downs.

Does the cosmos contain keys for opening up my diving bell? A subway line with no terminus? A currency strong enough to buy my freedom back? We must keep looking. I'll be off now.

Damage

It takes a remarkably short time to withdraw from the world. I traveled until I arrived to the life of my own. What really makes us is beyond grasping. It's way beyond knowing. We give into love because its given us some sense of what is unknowable. Nothing else matters, not in the end.

Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes.
Art is knowing which ones to keep.

scott adams

Sing Me to Heaven

In my heart's sequestered chamber
lies truth stripped of poet's gloss
Words alone are vain and vapor
And my heart is mute.
In response to aching silence
memory summons half-heard voices,
And my soul finds primal eloquence
and wraps me in song. 

bei mir bist do schon

I could say Bella, bella, even sehr wunderbar
Each language only helps me tell you how grand you are

I've tried to explain, bei mir bist do schon
So kiss me and say that you will understand

Rothko & Ken

So, now what do you see? Be specific- no, be exact. Be exact, but sensitive, you understand? Be kind. Be a human being, that's all I can say. Be a human being for once in your life. These pictures deserve compassion and they live or die in the eye of a sensitive viewer. They quicken only if the empathetic viewer would let them. That's what they cry out for; that is why they were created. That is what they deserve. Now, what do you see?

Red.
But do you like it?
Yeah.
Speak up.
Yes.

Yes, yes of course you like it. How can you not like it? Everybody likes everything nowadays. They like the television or the photograph, the soda pop, the shampoo and the cracker jack. Everything becomes everything else and it's so nice and pretty and like-able. Everything is fun in the sun, hm? Where's the discernment? Where's the arbitration that separates what I like from what I respect? What I deem worthy? What has, listen to me, significance? 


Red, john logan