mercoledì, novembre 18, 2009
venerdì, novembre 13, 2009
è mentre leggevo buddy scrivere le tirò quella pietra perchè era così bella seduta in mezzo al vialetto col gatto di boo boo. che il ragazzo alle mie spalle se ne esce dicendo 'scendi alla prossima?'. faccio sì silenziosamente e mi fa spazio per passargli avanti, neanche alzo la testa che continua ' hai proprio dei lineamenti bellissimi, bellissimi'. le porte si aprono e scendo dicendo 'sì, grazie'. e buddy continua tutti capirono il motivo, santo cielo.
mercoledì, novembre 11, 2009
svoltato l'angolo un bimbo di tre anni
raggomitolato nel passeggino spinto
dal nonno che canta intonato e per intero
montagne verdi di marcella bella.
raggomitolato nel passeggino spinto
dal nonno che canta intonato e per intero
montagne verdi di marcella bella.
martedì, novembre 03, 2009
looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
can I get a minute of not being nervous
and not thinking of my dick
my leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
you could drive a car through my head in five minutes
from one side of it to the other
I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it
[the national - slow show]
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
can I get a minute of not being nervous
and not thinking of my dick
my leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
you could drive a car through my head in five minutes
from one side of it to the other
I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it
[the national - slow show]
mercoledì, ottobre 28, 2009
vivo tra il 'non più' e il 'non ancora', sono una fetta di utopia vivente.
[r braidotti]
[r braidotti]
venerdì, ottobre 23, 2009
"waking up begins with saying am and now. that which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognized I, and therefrom deduced I am, I am now. here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what's called at home.
but now isn't simly now. now is also a cold reminder: one whole day later than yesterday, on year later than last year. every now is labeled whit its date, rendering all past nows obsolete until-later or sooner-perhaps-no, not perharps-quite certainly: it will come."
[c isherwood - a single man]
but now isn't simly now. now is also a cold reminder: one whole day later than yesterday, on year later than last year. every now is labeled whit its date, rendering all past nows obsolete until-later or sooner-perhaps-no, not perharps-quite certainly: it will come."
[c isherwood - a single man]
mercoledì, ottobre 14, 2009
feeling pain is still better than not feeling, isn't it?
extremely loud and incredibly close - j s foer
extremely loud and incredibly close - j s foer
lunedì, ottobre 12, 2009
Irene and Bernhard get Married
(via jeremiahq)
Contains a red dress, some Germans singing, a Cedrata Tassoni, a Sting-lookalike catching the bouquet, a skilful coach driver, a few English people, a gangster, a father of the bride, a mother of the bride, three professional photographers, a sun umbrella, a toast, an Australian in a fancy hat, some gorgeous Italian ladies, the sound of crickets, umarells, beards, red lanterns, a nienty years old grandmother, rice, two Basques, a Greek, an eight months old baby, the Italian countryside, and, naturally, quite a lot of Bruce Springsteen.
(via jeremiahq)
Contains a red dress, some Germans singing, a Cedrata Tassoni, a Sting-lookalike catching the bouquet, a skilful coach driver, a few English people, a gangster, a father of the bride, a mother of the bride, three professional photographers, a sun umbrella, a toast, an Australian in a fancy hat, some gorgeous Italian ladies, the sound of crickets, umarells, beards, red lanterns, a nienty years old grandmother, rice, two Basques, a Greek, an eight months old baby, the Italian countryside, and, naturally, quite a lot of Bruce Springsteen.
sabato, settembre 26, 2009
domenica, agosto 30, 2009
It’s urgent
lunedì, agosto 24, 2009
you know it's breakable
and sometimes it seems
that you lost sight on me
[micah p hinson - you lost sight on me]
and sometimes it seems
that you lost sight on me
[micah p hinson - you lost sight on me]
lunedì, agosto 03, 2009
rimane solo il solco
della tua testa
vicino a tutti i miei
brutti sogni.
della tua testa
vicino a tutti i miei
brutti sogni.
giovedì, luglio 09, 2009
raffiche su raffiche di entropia.
j franzen
j franzen
venerdì, giugno 12, 2009
sabato, maggio 23, 2009

Hey remember that time we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth?
Hey remember that time when my favorite colors were pink and green?
[regina spektor - that time]
venerdì, maggio 08, 2009
mi sentivo in colpa per gli strofinacci da cucina in fondo alla pila di biancheria nell’armadio, gli strofinacci più vecchi e lisi che non usavamo quasi mai. mi sentivo in colpa di preferire le mie biglie migliori, quella rossa e quella gialla, il re e la regina, a quelle che venivano dopo nella mia rigida gerarchia delle biglie. mi sentivo in colpa nei confronti dei giochi da tavolo che non mi piacevano: uncle wiggily, u.s. presidential elections, game of the states, e a volte, quando non c’erano i miei amici, aprivo le scatole ed esaminavo i pezzi nella speranza di far sentire i giochi meno dimenticati. mi sentivo in colpa di trascurare il signor Orso con i suoi arti rigidi e la pelliccia ruvida, che non aveva voce e non sembrava trovarsi al posto giusto insieme agli altri animali di peluche. Per evitare di sentirmi in colpa anche con questi, dormivo con uno di loro ogni notte seguendo rigidi turni settimanali.
[jonathan franzen - zona disagio]
[jonathan franzen - zona disagio]
giovedì, maggio 07, 2009

be the good little soldier
it's no different when your older
you're predisposed
[andrew bird - measuring cups]
giovedì, aprile 23, 2009

I dreamed you were a cosmonaut
of the space between our chairs
and I was a cartographer
of the tangles in your hair
[andrew bird - armchairs]



