Arvo Pärt has a banana in his ear.
From And Then Came the Evening and the Morning (1989)
Directed by Dorian Supin
……
(via necessaryworld)
that chapstick showed me way, way more kindness than I deserve.
"There were no stars to light his way."
Intricate, dermus-thin ripples between the troughs
of green
give off scent of rough, of marrow, that no nose
has ever known, that
no eyes have ever trimmed;
cataclysmically, every brainstem has categorized the crisis
of a nose without a flower,
a toe without a measure.
We pass in metal, cruelly,
we dance, austerely,
a trip-step in two rhythms, confounding, like a bass note you can’t quite
understand.
“A Most Disgusting Song” (1970)
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
Oh brave new world
that has such creatures in it.
-Miranda, The Tempest (Act 3, Sc. III)
His eyes fixed sharply
on a thin light far off, a splinter,
a shard of color; looks like
Heaven’s vanity mirror fell off the counter last night:
now either God or Gabriel has seven years of
bad luck to look
forward to. He looked too
quickly at the thin light far off
and like a papercut on the penitent finger of a cantor
his cornea was split open clean, raw eyes wide to
an arid wind.
Blood ran down
the side of a thin light
far off and into the black cracks beneath his feet, ranging in size
from paper-thin to as wide as oceans,
each letting loose vagrant
howls, screams caught in the throat
of the Earth.
The absolutely legendary, absolutely insane Warren Harding on the penultimate pitch of The Wall of Early Morning Light (5.11), Yosemite Valley National Park, 1958.
Dennis Oppenheim, Two Stage Transfer Drawing
“As I run a marker along Eric’s s back he attempts to duplicate the movement on the wall. My activity stimulates a kinetic response from his sensory system. I am, therefore, Drawing Through Him.”
absolutely genius
(via naenna)
In Little Blair Valley, you can mark a far spot
With your eyes, like a prize, from a cragged mountaintop
And dingledo down, warm as rain runoff
(Cracks in the ground form a stormdrain for sundrops)
Never obstructing your view of the distance
Your leg muscles close, like lovers…
Not bad, for a robot.