Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
i saw freedom and fireflies
i have the extreme pleasure of living in close vicinity of this talented front man,
who penned this tune and recorded the video for his love, ms t bird.
a work of love that is a work of art.
'ocean's apart by the bogmen'
Sunday, January 11, 2009
give love and you shall receive pizza
its a complete pleasure when my composer pal, eric stops by the circus house
and this time being especially pleasurable as we ventured to the new and
nearby motorino. i throughly enjoyed our meal of grilled octopus with cilantro pesto
a huge coral like cheese chip (get this!) and pizza. i have tried the pugliese (nice hot bite)
but have been most satisfied being a purist with the margarita doc. and spreckers!
they carry this cream soda thats new to me called spreckers, its made with honey and
its unreal. this place is no una pizza napoletana but its a fraction of the price.
i have the feeling these spots are gonna start popping up everywhere and giving
una pizza a run for it.
319 graham avenue
williamsburg
brooklyn
its byob for the time being
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
words adorned with sails
their first kiss was witnessed by the Seine River carrying gondolas of street lamps
reflections in its spangled folds, carrying haloed street lamps flowering on the bushes of
black laquered cobblestones, carrying silver filigree trees opened like fans beyond whose
rim the river's eyes provoked them to hidden coquetries, carrying the humid scarfs of
fog and the sharp incense of roasted chestnuts.
everything fallen into the river and carried away except the balcony on which
they stood.
their kiss was accompanied by the street organ and it lasted the whole length of
the musical score of Carmen, and when it ended it was too late; they had drunk the
potion to its last drop.
the potion drunk by lovers is prepared by no one but themselves.
the potion is the sum of one's whole existence.
every word spoken in the past accumulated forms and colors in the self. what
flows through the veins besides blood is the distillation of every act committed, the
sediment of all the visions, wishes, dreams, and experiences. all the past emotions
converge to tint the skin and flavor the lips, to regulate the pulse and produce
crystals in the eyes.
the fascination exerted by one human being over another is not what he emits
of his personality at the present instant of encounter but a summation of his entire
being which gives off this powerful drug capturing the fancy and attachment.
no moment of charm without long roots in the past, no moment of charm
is born on bare soil, a careless accident of beauty, but is the sum of great sorrows,
growths, and efforts.
but love, the great narcotic, was the hothouse in which all the selves burst
into their fullest bloom...
love the great narcotic was the revealer in the alchemist's bottle rendering
visible the most untraceable substances
love the great narcotic was the agent provocateur exposing all the secret
selves to daylight
love the great narcotic lined fingertips with clairvoyance
pumped iridescence into the lungs for transcendental x-rays
printed new geographies in the lining of the eyes
adorned words with sails, ears with velvet mutes
and soon the balcony tipped their shadows into the river, too, so that
the kiss might be baptized in the holy waters of continuity.
taken from the four-chambered heart by anais nin
what a beautiful gift to find her at this moment.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
the rarest of rare
for what may be the third time this year, i have fallen in love
at first sight. again. a long time coming, i finally made my
way to maryam nassir zadeh, the lovely shop kept by
maryam and uday. evoking an invitation to explore everything
in sight upon entrance, the specially curated locale provides you
a dream and a journey. this place is a rare gem, possibly the only
one quite like it stateside.
maryam nassir zadeh
123 norfolk street at rivington street
lower east side
nyc
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