Showing posts with label Monday quote. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Monday quote. Show all posts
Monday, 2 February 2015
Saturday, 3 January 2015
Tuesday, 2 December 2014
Monday, 10 November 2014
(Late) Monday Quote/Nice Thought
Personally, I don't think this is that late since it's only 12:30, but according to the world that means it's Tuesday. So.
"I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all its meaning."
- Andy Warhol
Monday, 3 November 2014
Monday Quote/Nice Thought
"Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real." - Iris Murdoch
Monday, 27 October 2014
Tuesday, 14 October 2014
(LATE) Monday Quote/Nice Thought
Just realized I missed yesterday's nice quote/thought, so decided I would instead leave you today with a poem I'm using as part of a project in my literary arts class (I go to an arts high school, I'm in the writing program). I just love it.
This city is beauty
unbreakable and amorous as eyelids,
in the streets, pressed with fierce departures,
submerged landings,
I am innocent as thresholds
and smashed night birds, lovesick,
as empty elevators
let me declare doorways,
corners, pursuit, let me say
standing here in eyelashes, in
invisible breasts, in the shrinking lake
in the tiny shops of untrue recollections,
the brittle, gnawed life we live,
I am held, and held
why, the touch of everything blushes me,
pigeons and wrecked boys,
half dead hours, blind musicians,
inconclusive women in bruised dresses
even the habitual gray-suited men with terrible
briefcases, how come, how come
I anticipate nothing as intimate as history
would I have had a different life
failing this embrace with broken things,
iridescent veins, ecstatic bullets, small cracks
in the brain, would I know these particular facts,
how a phrase scars a cheek, how water
dries love out, this, a thought as casual
as any second eviscerates a breath
and this, we meet in careless intervals,
in coffee bars, gas stations, in prosthetic
conversations, lotteries, untranslatable
mouths, in versions of what we may be,
a tremor of the hand in the realization
of endings, a glancing blow of tears
on skin, the keen dismissal in speed
FROM THIRSTY
Dionne Brand
From: thirsty. Toronto: McClelland &: Stewart, 2002
From: thirsty. Toronto: McClelland &: Stewart, 2002
This city is beauty
unbreakable and amorous as eyelids,
in the streets, pressed with fierce departures,
submerged landings,
I am innocent as thresholds
and smashed night birds, lovesick,
as empty elevators
let me declare doorways,
corners, pursuit, let me say
standing here in eyelashes, in
invisible breasts, in the shrinking lake
in the tiny shops of untrue recollections,
the brittle, gnawed life we live,
I am held, and held
why, the touch of everything blushes me,
pigeons and wrecked boys,
half dead hours, blind musicians,
inconclusive women in bruised dresses
even the habitual gray-suited men with terrible
briefcases, how come, how come
I anticipate nothing as intimate as history
would I have had a different life
failing this embrace with broken things,
iridescent veins, ecstatic bullets, small cracks
in the brain, would I know these particular facts,
how a phrase scars a cheek, how water
dries love out, this, a thought as casual
as any second eviscerates a breath
and this, we meet in careless intervals,
in coffee bars, gas stations, in prosthetic
conversations, lotteries, untranslatable
mouths, in versions of what we may be,
a tremor of the hand in the realization
of endings, a glancing blow of tears
on skin, the keen dismissal in speed
Monday, 6 October 2014
Monday Quote/Nice Thought
This truism is by Jenny Holzer, of whom I am a big fan. She displays her truisms all over the world in creative ways and I'll definitely be posting more of hers on Mondays to come! ▫️
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