“I’m terrified of the nights. I disappear in the pitch darkness. If I stretch out my arms or poke out me tongue or blink, I’m not there. Perhaps someone else is there instead of me. When I wake in the night I think: this, here, is the other world. In the darkness, there are no subjects, no verbs, no adjectives, nor any present, past, or future tenses. Just thoughts going round and round in my head, always half formed, and with no beginning and no end. It’s just that I have to be thinking something to alleviate, even slightly, the uneasy feeling that I am not here. If I stop thinking I lose my presence of mind and call out in fear.”
The Sound of Insects
Between Two Ferns with Zach Galifianakis
Episode 16: Zach Galifianakis sits down with James Franco to have a normal, everyday, run of the mill interview.
Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don’t stop to think, don’t interrupt the scream, exhale, release life’s rapture.
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Vladimir Nabokov This insanely talented being was born on this day, April 22, in 1899. |
At the Edge of the Bed
No one yet has ever chosen misery
Those that seem to have done so
Haven’t any more than they have
Chosen this mist or is it rain
We would first have to own ourselves
Then give up on them entirely
Every day rather than once
And for all (which would be to seem
To have done so and not at all)
Like mist we speak of misery
In dissolves that don’t, disappearances
That can’t exactly be detected
That are not for detection in any
Senses we reliably seem to have
Is it your fault you don’t yet
Use your time, all of it, to defend
The weather against those wishing
To control it, if only by letting it
Be amplified in its present effects?
No one wants the wave to come
Though some don’t mind if it does
The question still what divides
The misery before it from that right
After, other than the wave itself. No
One listens to misery as if
Having chosen others over
Owning a private sunlight
Rays that touch people mid-conversion
Keep it from coming at all
Happiness too hasn’t yet occurred
I mean are you kidding
Really nothing has but also
Nothing to some degree has not
Impossible to detect where one
Shades into the other so that
If I’m happy the sun wins
Through all that overcast have I
Then forgotten the misery of others
Allowed its wave to break
On what the mornings expected
Had them happen to me without
Choice while also full of acts
Sunlight comes all the time
Whether it can be detected
Regardless of what it alights on
It is a verb without intention
In a world unhappy with objects
You can’t have it or choose not to
Still time to convert though
Not really from, not quite to
A misery intransitive as when
Sunlight takes a building
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Reasons To Be Happy:
- Dead trees still stand and so can you.
- You have five fingers on each hand. One day those fingers will travel from your lap to someone else’s and that person will know all the bad stuff and still want to kiss you.
- Seasons are guaranteed when nothing else seems to be.
These aerial shots by Flickr user Totavia are in a whole new class of awesome. Each composition immediately captures you with its immense sense of scale.
No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.
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Virginia Woolf This lovely soul died this day in 1941 after filling her pockets with stones and walking into a river. |
-These RVA Streets-: It's official... the RVA Streetart Festival is back and in the Fan this time! »
The buzz has been around for about a month that this year’s RVA Streetart Fest would take place at the abandoned GRTC terminal at Cary and Robinson St. However, high levels of secrecy prevented me from posting anything….until now. Here’s the press release that came out today:
RICHMOND, VA (March…
Hells yeah!
