Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
T.I., I love you. I got brains so good, you coulda sworn I gone to college. I am sad you are going to jail.
I hate clowns. The one on the left is Conrad Veidt LOOK.
But I like kids.
I need to branch out.
I know who all of you are, except the Brooklyns, which is all of you.
1 United States Brooklyn, New York
2 United States Brooklyn, New York
3 United States Brooklyn, New York
4 United States Atlanta, Georgia
5 United States Brooklyn, New York
6 Unknown ?
7 United States Brooklyn, New York
8 Unknown ?
9 United States Brooklyn, New York
10 Belgium Brussels, Brussels Hoofdstedelij...
11 Unknown ?
12 United States Rhinebeck, New York
13 United States Brooklyn, New York
14 United States Brookline, Massachusetts
15 United States Norcross, Georgia
16 United States 1,241
17 United States Brooklyn, New York
18 United States Brooklyn, New York
19 United States Brooklyn, New York
20 United Kingdom Blackburn, Blackburn with Darwen
21 Portugal Loures, Lisboa
22 United States Brooklyn, New York
23 United States Chicago, Illinois
24 United States Middletown, New York
25 Germany 3,838
Friday, April 10, 2009
Albert Einstein (1879-1955)
And the sudden rise and slow relapse
Of the long multitudinous rain.
The sun on the hills is beautiful,
Or a captured sunset sea-flung,
Bannered with fire and gold.
A face I know is beautiful--
With fire and gold of sky and sea,
And the peace of long warm rain.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
But I don’t need no friends, as long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset, I am in paradise. -Waterloo Sunset, The Kinks
... after glimpsing a colorful boy running down the streets. The boy was chasing a large red ball that was propelling itself down an alleyway and away from a grubby mob of French-spouting children. The boy was the balloon’s friend, but the other children were jealous and chased the balloon and tried to harm it by throwing stones. Eventually the red balloon meets a crowd of other Technicolor balloons and together they float away in silent concert to the top of the sky.
That was the first time I saw Albert Lamorisse's 1956 The Red Balloon (Le ballon rouge.)
Yet, this is my personal account of a sentimental attachment to a work of art—the love of a spectator. I am a pedestrian, a student, an amateur photographer and an audience member. What is more interesting to analyze is the indissoluble and unexplainable relationship between an artist and their creation. Just as I have found my connection to The Red Balloon to be extraordinarily rare, it is the same for artists.
...It’s the artworks that are never completed to satisfaction, or never seen shown before the death of an artist that have the most significance in one's life.
...Ray Davies songs are short, at around 2:30 and combine definitively '60s British electrified-rock with head-bobbing pop rhythms. His work uses personal narrative to capture the smallest, but most enjoyable moments in of life: the scenes we witness from a window, meeting a mysterious woman, getting over a lover or watching the daily rush hour traffic when you are not a part of it. These songs are in fact stories about the small minutes of happiness, infatuation and nostalgia that make up our lives.
“Waterloo Sunset” is written from the point of view of a man staring out the window onto the Waterloo Bridge connecting the East and West sides of London over the River Thames. Davies sings, but I don’t need no friends, as long as I gaze on Waterloo sunset, I am in paradise. He spies a young couple, Terry and Julie, and everything in the world seems to be at peace as long as they are in love, as they are in that moment.
By the end of the song we do not learn who Terry and Julie are, or if they are even real. It is not necessary to know the identity of the lovers in order to understand the bliss of their meetings. Davies has offered many contradicting identities for Terry and Julie, recorded in interviews and his autobiography. ...But the song is widely thought to be about Terence Stamp and Julie Christie, British film stars that were once a high profile romantic couple—even Christie acknowledges that the song is about her and Stamp. Could be the mystery that preserves this song as a timeless story about finding connection in the London’s swarming metropolis? If so, is Ray Davies doing a service to his work by protecting the subject’s true identities?
The cynic might hear “Waterloo Sunset” as a mundane observation of everyday urban traffic patterns. But the song has been proclaimed “a masterpiece” by The Who’s Pete Townshend and "the most beautiful song in the English language" by music critic Robert Christgau. ...In 1985, Return to Waterloo, a soundtrack to a self-directed and written film of the same name was released by Davies. The title is a direct reference to the 1967 song, but the story takes a more dystopian perspective on London street life, while still playing on public voyeurism, imagination, exploring a relationship to the city of London. Davies’ song "Return to Waterloo" concerns the struggles an aging man’s dreams of a return to the world of his youth. Another 15 years later, in 2000, Davies published Waterloo Sunset Stories, a collection of short stories titled exclusively after Kinks songs. The autobiographical stories revolve around an aged rock musician, Les Mulligan, and a cynical promoter planning his comeback.
...I have experienced unexplainable echoes of art, film, and literature—a result of what I can only assume is a deep personal connection to a work. Such as my love for an old French children’s movie about a boy chasing a balloon, or the songs that stick themselves to the insides of all our heads, or the books we continue to read over and over. Artists have similar relationships to their own work, as there are enduring forces that connect the creator his creation. For some, a particular story is perennially created, expanded, destroyed, and redigested over an entire career. Artists are able to dedicate themselves to a story with many endings, just as Davies is connected to “Waterloo Sunset”. ...
Monday, April 6, 2009
I am worried about graduation and how much is going on, but also how much isn't going on. I don't remember the last time I felt like I accomplished something.
It is raining outside right now and I want to stay here and listen to the cars driving on the wet road outside my window. Or watch the sparks on the tracks as the trains goes by the other side of the station.
I don't want to respond to a certain professor's rude emails about why I didn't come to class. I didn't go because I didn't go. I never got the chance to watch Céline and Julie Go Boating on account of all the nonsense that's been happening lately.
E is the most forgettable letter.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
A name taken mostly from Phil Elverum's (The Microphones) Song Islands album.
It is also a piece of a Korewori proverb I read in my favorite section of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The New Galleries for Oceanic Art is behind Egypt, and also faces Central Park. It is filled with wooden canoes, shields, and statues of primordial ancestors from Polynesia, Micronesia, and Papua New Guinea. All of the bodies of the statues are tall and thin, filled with holes, and covered with mythological animals and painted abstract designs. I am going to try and go back this week and find the quote I read about the 'songs of the islands' and take pictures of the ceiling. The center of the ceiling is covered with a tide of wooden panels that were once part of a ceremonial house.
19th–early 20th century
Middle Sepik, Iatmul
Papua New Guinea, Middle Sepik River
Wood, cowrie shells
L: 71 1/2 in. (181.6 cm)
The Michael C. Rockefeller Memorial Collection, Purchase, Nelson A. Rockefeller Gift, 1955
"Crocodiles play a central role in the art and culture of the Iatmul people. According to one Iatmul creation account, an ancestral crocodile was responsible for forming the land. In the beginning, the earth was covered by a primordial ocean, into whose depths the crocodile dived. Reaching the bottom, it brought up on its back a load of mud, which became an island when it surfaced. From that island, the land grew and hardened, but it continues to rest on the back of the ancestral crocodile, which occasionally moves, causing earthquakes. Both now and in the past, the prows of most sizeable canoes are carved, as here, in the form of a crocodile. The scale of the present work indicates that it probably adorned a large war canoe, capable of holding from fifteen to twentyfive men. These large canoes, hollowed from a single massive log, were also used for trading and fishing expeditions. Although canoes are no longer used in warfare, contemporary Iatmul carvers continue to make large examples for use in trade and general transportation."
It could also be a moment like lighting a cigarette from a stove burner while it is still in your mouth and simultaneously catching your hair on fire and then laughing about it with your neighbor who did the same thing.
Now you're gone, I won't fall, fall in the fire
Oh no, I am lacking, I want what I see
Thursday, April 2, 2009
cops banging on my window woke me up at 6.04am this morning.
looking for a fugitive.
they didn't leave a card or anything so i called 911.
and then 311/ the 81st precinct
and i know that they probably weren't cops at all and i know you can buy fake badges at pawn shops.