Saturday, October 16, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Only In Dreams (3)
"I don't consider myself to be a very educated person, 'cause I've spent a lot of my life in dreams."
Jeff Mangum
Jeff Mangum
Saturday, September 25, 2010
There's a reason we've all read this poem a hundred times in class
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
- Yeats "The Second Coming"
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
- Yeats "The Second Coming"
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Emedemarta
The Shiny Squirrel
Great online store where you can buy jewelry and art, including the prints above. The first one is by Lisa Solomon and Aurora Robson - they picked the same colors and the size of the work, and then they worked separately to create complementary pieces. When they compared the work, it was different in some ways but also unbelievably similar. The next print is by Yellow Monday, then Shawn Creeden, and the last three are by Julianna Swaney. The Shiny Squirrel also does PR for emerging artists in Brookyln.. pretty awesome.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
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