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23 April 2012
19 April 2012
09 April 2012
Turkey Red Journal : A Journal Dedicated to Natural Dyes
Japanese Mud Dying
far right: sharinbai and mud, 110 dips.
brief view of shibori dying @Textile Arts Center's blog
BlueRedYellow in Philadelphia
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steamed petals into fabrics
@ permacouture
luvien
india flint
Japanese Mud Dying
far right: sharinbai and mud, 110 dips.
brief view of shibori dying @Textile Arts Center's blog
BlueRedYellow in Philadelphia
*
steamed petals into fabrics
@ permacouture
luvien
india flint
08 April 2012
Cy Twombly, Venus, 1975.
From Roland Barthes, “Cy Twombly, Works on Paper” (translated by Richard Howard): ”the essence of writing is neither a form nor a usage but only a gesture, the gesture which produces it by permitting it to linger: a blur, almost a blotch, a negligence. Let us make a comparison. What is the essence of a pair of pants (if it has such a thing)? Certainly not that crisp and well-pressed object to be found on department-store racks; rather, that clump of fabric on the floor, negligently dropped there when the boy stepped out of them, careless, lazy, indifferent. The essence of an object has some relation with its destruction: not necessarily what remains after it has been used up, but what is thrown away as being of no use.”
via poetsorg tumblr
Celebrate Poetry (tumblr)
April is Poetry month
Tumblr & Alfred A Knopf are choosing/posting a poem daily there/
you're encouraged to submit!
April is Poetry month
Tumblr & Alfred A Knopf are choosing/posting a poem daily there/
you're encouraged to submit!
That Durned Ole Via Negativa
You ever say a word like naw,
that n, a, double-u instead
of no? Let's try it, naw. You feel
your jaw drop farther down and hang;
you say it slower, don't you, as if
a naw weighs twice as much as no.
It's also sadder sounding than
a no. Yore Daddy still alive?
a friend you haven't seen might ask.
If you say naw, it means you still
cannot get over him. But would
you want to? Naw. Did you hear it then,
that affirmation? You can't say naw
without the trickle of a smile.
The eggheads call that wistful, now --
O sad desire, O boiling pot
of melancholy pitch! Down in
that gloomy sadness always is
a hope. You gettin' any strange?
That always gets a naw, and a laugh.
I've had that asked of me. It's sad
to contemplate sometimes, but kind
of funny, too. It makes me think
of git and who came up with that,
and the last burdened letter hitched
to naw, that team of yous and yoked
together -- the you you are for now
and the you you might become if you
said yeah, to feel the sag of doubt
when only one of you is left
to pull the load of living. My,
but we're in lonesome country now.
I wonder if we ever leave it?
We could say yeah, but wouldn't we
be wiser if we stuck it out
with naw, and know the weight of what
we know is dragging right behind us,
the squeak and buck of gear along
with us, O mournful plea, O song
we know, by heart, by God, by heart
Maurice Manning
via JaW
You ever say a word like naw,
that n, a, double-u instead
of no? Let's try it, naw. You feel
your jaw drop farther down and hang;
you say it slower, don't you, as if
a naw weighs twice as much as no.
It's also sadder sounding than
a no. Yore Daddy still alive?
a friend you haven't seen might ask.
If you say naw, it means you still
cannot get over him. But would
you want to? Naw. Did you hear it then,
that affirmation? You can't say naw
without the trickle of a smile.
The eggheads call that wistful, now --
O sad desire, O boiling pot
of melancholy pitch! Down in
that gloomy sadness always is
a hope. You gettin' any strange?
That always gets a naw, and a laugh.
I've had that asked of me. It's sad
to contemplate sometimes, but kind
of funny, too. It makes me think
of git and who came up with that,
and the last burdened letter hitched
to naw, that team of yous and yoked
together -- the you you are for now
and the you you might become if you
said yeah, to feel the sag of doubt
when only one of you is left
to pull the load of living. My,
but we're in lonesome country now.
I wonder if we ever leave it?
We could say yeah, but wouldn't we
be wiser if we stuck it out
with naw, and know the weight of what
we know is dragging right behind us,
the squeak and buck of gear along
with us, O mournful plea, O song
we know, by heart, by God, by heart
Maurice Manning
via JaW
06 April 2012
via findout.tumblr
05 April 2012
"What does life sound like?
This was the question facing Carl Sagan in 1977. He was commissioned by NASA to contribute to the Voyager Interstellar Mission, a one-way exploration into space to test the limits of just how far man-made crafts could go.
What Sagan and his team put together is the Golden Record, a phonograph (with a needle and visual instructions on how to make it play) that plays the sounds of life on Earth. There are the natural sounds, like the waves crashing, thunder rolling, and birds chirping. Then the man-made, like greetings in 55 different languages, including the first-known language spoken by humans. There’s music, including songs from Mozart, Beethoven, and Chuck Berry. (A SNL skit at the time joked that the aliens would want more Chuck Berry.) President Carter’s voice says this on the record: “This is a present from a small, distant world, a token of our sounds, our science, our images, our music, our thoughts and our feelings. We are attempting to survive our time so we may live into yours.”"
via Huckberry
This was the question facing Carl Sagan in 1977. He was commissioned by NASA to contribute to the Voyager Interstellar Mission, a one-way exploration into space to test the limits of just how far man-made crafts could go.
What Sagan and his team put together is the Golden Record, a phonograph (with a needle and visual instructions on how to make it play) that plays the sounds of life on Earth. There are the natural sounds, like the waves crashing, thunder rolling, and birds chirping. Then the man-made, like greetings in 55 different languages, including the first-known language spoken by humans. There’s music, including songs from Mozart, Beethoven, and Chuck Berry. (A SNL skit at the time joked that the aliens would want more Chuck Berry.) President Carter’s voice says this on the record: “This is a present from a small, distant world, a token of our sounds, our science, our images, our music, our thoughts and our feelings. We are attempting to survive our time so we may live into yours.”"
via Huckberry
02 April 2012
01 April 2012
eternal.mixtape
latest BIRP playlist
121 long! bound to find something new. bound to find something you like to hear .
props to David and Pet Clinic
latest BIRP playlist
121 long! bound to find something new. bound to find something you like to hear .
props to David and Pet Clinic
"There is nothing that controls our thoughts
more than what we think we see,
which we label ‘we.’"
— Cole Swensen, from “In a Garden of Numbers”
more than what we think we see,
which we label ‘we.’"
via proustitute
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