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I’m doing an audio installation that involves collecting stories and memories through voicemail messages. To participate, kindly leave a message for me at:
1-(888)-661-4490
Thank you, and please reblog if you have the time and heart!
(This will end on Friday, May 25th.)
Henri Cole, “Beach Walk” (via words-in-lines) -
“When my neighbor, who lives
in the apartment below,
opens his water tap
I feel less alone…”
Lourde. The French have a beautiful word for it. It’s all I was at the Burlington GO station, a familiar anti-glamorous pull below my eyes, fatigue soaking up my mind like a fusty grey sponge. P and I came to the bench on Platform 3 and I set down everything: single backpack, red canvas bag, Physics textbook. There in the dry sunlight we opened our mouths to the slowness of the turning morning.
All that separates me from Murakami is the fact that he does things and I think about doing them. Robin Williams’ prickly firebug of a whisper: carpe diem, boys! Carpe diem! Seventeen years is a long time to be gathering sticks, don’t you think? It’s about time I get on my knees and ruin some matches. I don’t know what’s waiting for me and I don’t know what I’ll be missing, but every journey starts with shedding; you can’t wear jewellery into the ocean. I’m going to make myself scarce for a little while. Ideas are seeds that you have to keep and feed with your blood. To all those who still find pleasure in making things: stay unconventional, stay dangerous!
