November

My November Guest
by: Robert Frost

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

Ashore.

I think i may have lost you between your afternoon teardrops
umbrellas bursting open, you move into the blindspot.

i didn't say goodbye, it's better to fade away
bandaids off a wound, a midnight serenade.

memories lose their taste at an alarming speed
and once crowded tables now forever empty.

words that grow stale, hang in the air.
freedom is achieved when you stop to care.

we'll clasp our hands under the painted moon.
and we'll lie to each other they'll never be another you.

everything we built turns to ether
sand castles in the wind blown to the air.

and when the thought of you washes ashore
i will cherish your memory before it walks out the door.

a fine picture..

from jessica michibata's blog. invokes a feeling of freedom on a nice day doesn't it?

Chanel Mobile Art

i went to the chanel mobile art exhibit today in central park. it was like an adult disney land ride. you had a mp3 player that guided you through the exhibit telling you what to look at and when to move. it was quite amusing. i kept looking at my friend martha who was 3 seconds ahead of me so i could get a head start. most of the work was pretty standard fare. sex, materialism etc all tied into chanel, which i found slightly obnoxious. i really enjoyed Le Trottoir by Argentinian artist Leandro Erlich. it was so pretty, seeing the reflections of a paris street through a puddle on the ground. i wish we could've stayed longer on that exhibit but alas, jeanne moreau told us to move.

*on another note, all the people working there were wearing chanel clothes made for the exhibit, and i asked one of them if they got to keep the jackets/sweaters. they said no, of course not. um, what the hell is chanel going to do with them? they can't give these poor guys a nylon jacket?

**"There they are again, the old familiar constellations that remind everyone of childhood, because it was only as a child that one gazed at them so raptly. They are everywhere. There you are, so remote from your childhood, and yet you meet it again. That's how small the world is.
And if you think some of it is foreign, you've mistaken. Everywhere is home. The Great Bear is a little nearer, that's all."- Joseph Roth from The White Cities, Reports from France 1925-39

Callas.

the look on her face before she starts to sing is heartbreaking. it's an emotion that says so much to me, it's everything all at once, love, peace, despair..and then when she sings.. everything is understood.

nice..

let's get lost..

unfinished..

last night i dreamt i forgot you
and friends became strangers you just spoke to
books were just words typed to impressed the paper
and songs became sounds lost into my ears.

i sat down next to you but i was really sitting alone.
you were like a story i heard a long time ago
i drew a picture in the air to place your features
time passes but the pain doesn't get any easier

and when it's lost cant it really be found
try to swim back to you and i start to drown
write a letter to you and the words come out all wrong
and the days that were short become so very long.

happy birthday..

Old School

on one of my last days in SF with my friend Meredith behind the camera. it was one of the funnest days of my life, doing all the touristey stuff i never did when i lived there..

before sunrise

Because it's things that we've all had on our minds. and because we can all imagine this probably happening. and because i kind of love julie delpy.