i love you monsieur belmondo
We’ve forgotten why Joan Fontaine leans over the edge of the cliff and...– Jean-Luc Godard
You will always be young.– this just showed up in my spambox i hope it’s true
In one case, the hors-champ designates that which exists elsewhere, to one side...– Deleuze I mostly just like the term “radical Elsewhere”
And the signifieds butt heads with the signifiers, and we all fall down...– JN, on repeat here in literary nerd alert no-sleep land
Higglety Pigglety Pop!
Hello, As you probably noticed, I went away forever. I am very experienced now and very famous. I am even a star. Every day I eat a mop, twice on Saturday. It is made of salami and that is my favorite. I get plenty to drink too, so don’t worry. I can’t tell you how to get to the Castle Yonder because I don’t know where it is. But if you ever come this way, look for me. ...
i once shouted this at the top of my lungs, my...
Dans les grands films, chaque élément du tableau bouge mais a des vitesses...– Serge Daney
La beauté d’un plan, sa justesse, est autre chose que la beauté...– Serge Daney
LP i just had a dream that we were back in paris and you were sitting on my bedroom floor (it was also the living room of the apartment where i babysat) doing arts and crafts (maybe with juliana?) and i said “LP guess where we are” and you said “why won’t you just tell me?” and i said “WE’RE IN PARIS” and you said “no we’re not” (i...
on repeat forever
I want to not be broke anymore so I can go hippie... →
Lie back, daughter, let your head be tipped back in the cup of my hand. Gently, and I will hold you. Spread your arms wide, lie out in the stream and look high at the gulls. A dead- man’s float is face down. You will dive and swim soon enough where this tidewater ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe me, when you tire on the long thrash to your island, lie up, and survive. As you float...
listen to things i like →
i’ve been thinking a lot about tattoos. possibilities: -something vermont related (i’m thinking state outlines, “freedom and unity,” VT LOVE, etc.) -something obnoxious in french —” J’aimais les peintures idiotes, dessus de portes, décors, toiles de saltimbanques, enseignes, enluminures populaires; la littérature démodée,...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them. But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured As the stir cracks and...
vanity project? if so, a pretty one.
Extinguish my sight, and I can still see you; plug up my ears, and I can still hear; even without feet I can walk toward you, and without mouth I can still implore. Break off my arms, and I will hold you with my heart as if it were a hand; strangle my heart, and my brain will still throb; and should you set fire to my brain, I still can carry you with my blood. Rilke