February 2012
1 post
The Great American Sofa is where: Sweet-eyed relatives sit to gaze at us — just home from the hospital — for the first time. We first nuzzle into our parents’ laps. We discover how to hold hands and how not to kiss. We learn the physics of cushions and ways to create — or eliminate — meaningful distance by shifting slightly here or there. We watch historic events on TV — and big games and...
January 2012
3 posts
PINA →
this was beautiful.
Like the natural hides of other living forms— shells, husks, rinds, etc.— the skin and its extensions function primarily as an outer garment, an exterior structure engineered for a lifetime of rough duty. That they also largely determine our ideas of what it means to be a man or a woman, or beautiful, and also our awareness of race, is ironic, since the cells we see— hair, nails, those on the...
December 2011
7 posts
Merry Christmas!
“Dear Editor: I am 8 years old. “Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. “Papa says, ‘If you see it in The Sun it’s so.’ “Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus? “Virginia O’Hanlon. “115 West Ninety-Fifth Street.” Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a...
Just keep following the heart lines on your hand.
– Florence + The Machine
Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field. I’ll...
– Rumi
November 2011
9 posts
Happy Thanksgiving!
“In the end, though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it’s wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices.”
this is why.
carolinealtair:
October 2011
5 posts
We tend to underestimate the political power of physical places. Then Tahrir...
– Michael Kimmelman, architecture critic for The New York Times, in a piece on the architecture of consciousness. (via washingtonpoststyle)
i’ve got dreams in hidden places and extra smiles for when i’m blue.
I’ve got an answer I’m going to fly away What have I got to lose? Will you come see me Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose? Take it from me it is no use To wash your hands so often they are clean and cracked You’ll never get your old skin back Once you have loved like that
September 2011
7 posts
She
“She wasn’t where she had been.
She wasn’t where she was going…
but she was on her way.
And she had enjoyed
food that wasn’t fast, friendships that held,
hearts glowing,
hearts breaking,
smiles that caught tears,
path trudged and
alleys skipped.
And on her way she no
longer looked for
the answers, but held close
the two things
she knew for sure.
One, if a day carried
strength...
My dream is greater clarity and more simplicity. I want to walk into a studio...
– Deborah Hay
I was thinking about how many different performances happen. There’s the...
– Zoe Scofield
Don’t ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come...
– Howard Thurman
August 2011
5 posts
That singsong little joyful solitude, nose sniffling, like a little girl pulling...
– Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
This is the only weapon you’ll ever need.
– Patti Smith
You gotta face your nature.
– Kathleen Hermesdorf
July 2011
10 posts
"Mama always said there's an awful lot you can... →
Miranda July in July
But is Miranda July the archenemy of seriousness? She has an affinity for surface detail, like the childlike scrawl on her sculptures that appeared in the Venice Biennale or the matching haircuts of her two main characters in “The Future.” But unlike certain directors who fixate on marginalia, creating art in which the engraving on a character’s belt buckle takes precedence...
Dancers are always trying to transcend themselves, trying to improve their...
– Bridget Struthers
Don’t use words too big for the subject. Don’t say “infinitely” when you mean...
– CS Lewis (via kadea)
Why not? Life is short. Life is dull. Life is full of pain. And this is a chance...
– Woody Allen, Vicky Cristina Barcelona
"Art doesn't change the world, people do. But art... →
Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that...
– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower