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Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, They slither while they pass they slip away across the universe. Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind, Possessing and caressing me... Jai guru deva, Om. Nothing's gonna change my world...

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❝ Does the future always have to flash like a knife?
Do we always have to create dreams from our histories?
What escapes you, never leaves you. Everything is
a journey of trust. You have to have the kind of faith
the flame has for the candle, that the bird has for its wings.
Otherwise, our words have no destinations.
Otherwise, our words are snakes that swallow our souls.
Today, I heard the river empty itself of its memories.

— Richard Jackson, from “Issac’s Consent” in Out of Place (Ashland Poetry Press, 2014)

Bruce Conner (American, 1933-2008),Experimental film,assemblage,sculpture,painting,collage,photography,drawing, conceptual pranks


Bruce Conner (American, 1933-2008),Experimental film,assemblage,sculpture,painting,collage,photography,drawing, conceptual pranks
❝ I was oppressed with a sense of vague discontent and dissatisfaction with my own life, which was passing so quickly and uninterestingly, and I kept thinking it would be a good thing if I could tear my heart out of my breast, that heart which had grown so weary of life.

— Anton Chekhov, The House with the Mezzanine

Melancholia — Lars von Trier (2011)


Melancholia — Lars von Trier (2011)


Video #9 OWL on Flickr.