Read Your Fate
A world's disappearing.
Little street,
You were too narrow,
Too much in the shade already.
You had only one dog,
One lone child.
You hid your biggest mirror,
Your undressed lovers.
Someone carted them off
In an open truck.
They were still naked, travelling
On their sofa
Over a darkening plain,
Some unknown Kansas or Nebraska
With a storm brewing.
The woman opening a red umbrella
In the truck. The boy
And the dog running after them,
As if after a rooster
With its head chopped off.
1000 Inspirations
Come to NOBROW coffee on 3rd & 3rd in Salt Lake City tonight and check out Heather Gaither's amazing installation of 1000 postcards she's drawn over the past year. They're hilarious, insightful, and zany as all hell. There's nothing not to love about it.
Here's a video of us setting up until 3am last night:
right click to download.
I hope you all love the rain as much as I.
Beck : Lost Cause
Bat for Lashes : Use Somebody (Kings of Leon)
Fugazi : Turnover
Fever Ray : Triangle Walks
Broken Social Scene : Stars & Spit
Constantines : Lizeveta
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
Nuclear Bugs
Scientific illustrator Cornelia Hesse-Honegger made these amazing illustrations of mutant bugs that have been found near nuclear plants and some are from areas in which agent orange has been sprayed. I find it an interesting subject to study and relate to our lives. In the grand scheme of things, the bugs are eating plants that are also contaminated and changing genetic make-up. Who knows how this will affect us. And, maybe, by then, we'll already be dead anyway.
This article also reminded me of this awesome print, my friend, John Andrews did along a similar line, of documenting deformed frogs in minnesota. I need to get that one framed.
westward bound
Open spaces and filling them with the tiniest of existence.
That used to be my motivation.
Then talking about intimate spaces.
How can you justify being open and intimate?
Openly intimate.
Wide open skies.
Wide open summers
summers past and beyond what i've known.
to be true.
to be fact.
To be safe in remembrance, like a smell, even worse, a sound.
Even more desperate, a specific vision.
Driving through deserts, fearing flat tires. Fearing being stranded.
Fearing the cold, cold night. Watching airplanes fly over head.
Wondering.
What if they ever find us?
Pretty Hot Damn
Photographer Robert Nethery and art director Juliet Jernigan teamed up to take these amazing shots. I want a projector just so I can take super crazy fucked up photos.
via Dossier Blog
Momma! Where Are You? I Miss You!
It was mother's day 2008 when my mom broke the news that she had cancer. It was her last mother's day. Now everyday is mother's day, to me, at least. 
(momma was so bitchin'. she's be so pissed i bought a motorcycle.)
(one of my favorites. my mom and i had just arrived in, you guessed it! hong kong. 1991)
Silver Lining, Literal and Metaphorical
When Angel's (my niece) class found out she was in a car accident, all the students crafted get-well cards for her. They're 3rd graders. The above card broke my heart, in particular.
Also, Angel pulled me aside as I was mid-read, and included: "Auntie Danielle, don't tell anyone, but Silver has a crush on me."
I replied, "Listen lady, the card says it all...I know."
and a sky could wish me dead!
with the swift thrust and an, "i'm headed straight for bed."
and the sky could swallow me whole-hearted
with my passions in a bind.
i dreamed of a city last night. sparkling and dawn-like.
it was dusk.
and full of moon.
it set quickly, with fervor, even.
and the sky could turn to dust and wrap around me.
like a mist.
i dreamed of a city.
instead of a plane, i flew. but i, i threw myself through the ocean first.
head first.
deep.
between waves.
there were none, and it was clear.
no fishes,
just sea.
deep like being in a plane and imagining the mountains tens of thousands of feet high.
covered in sea.
drained into shells.
turned into dust.
that's you and me.
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