Minor and Forgettable Miracles

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"Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were..."

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“Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end.”

- Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet

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Sun, 16 Dec 2012 01:26:19 -0800

vespertinee: Fred Fraser

Sun, 16 Dec 2012 01:19:45 -0800

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Fred Fraser

"However good or bad you feel about your relationship, the person you are with at this moment is the..."

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 11:30:39 -0800

“However good or bad you feel about your relationship, the person you are with at this moment is the “right” person, because he or she is a mirror of who you are inside. Our culture hasn’t taught us this (as it has failed to teach us so much about spiritual realities). When you struggle with your partner, you are struggling with yourself. Every fault you see in them touches a denied weakness in yourself. Every conflict you wage is an excuse not to face a conflict within. The path to love therefore clears up a monumental mistake that millions of people make—the mistake that someone “out there” is going to give (or take) something that is not already yours. When you truly find love, you find yourself”

- Deepak Chopra (via jwmonkey08)

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Mon, 10 Dec 2012 02:42:33 -0800

"We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we,..."

Tue, 04 Dec 2012 21:32:41 -0800

“We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.”

- W. Somerset Maugham

Scenes from inside Kowloon Walled City

Tue, 04 Dec 2012 21:15:46 -0800

Scenes from inside Kowloon Walled City

"That there might not be angels, but there are people who might as well be angels."

Fri, 23 Nov 2012 13:01:13 -0800

“That there might not be angels, but there are people who might as well be angels.”

- David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

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Sat, 18 Aug 2012 11:28:31 -0700

Chick Corea is Alive and Well!

Fri, 17 Aug 2012 12:07:48 -0700

Which makes the elegy I wrote for him seem a little distasteful.
Let me tell you, just because you see someone in a black
and white photograph doesn’t mean he’s dead.
Even if you find the photograph in an old-looking
box inside your grandmother’s closet,
the person in it standing against an old Ford
with a goat walking past and a farm in the distance,
he may still be alive, in a nursing home being fed
by a large Kentuckian named Tony, but alive
all the same. And it’s the same with people
much older than you. Just because
they were buying cups of coffee
for a nickel and listening to Sarah Vaughan live
at the Blue Note, they’re not always sleeping
through their hangovers under a quiet blade of grass
in God’s Acre. When I bought the Chick Corea album
and saw him in the silvery sheen of the cover art,
smoking an unfiltered cigarette, the smoke rising
over his face like the hem of a silk dress,
I didn’t even blink. He was dead. And I? I was sad,
listening to his fingers, his poor dead fingers, flying
like ghosts over IT DON’T MEAN A THING
IF IT AIN’T GOT THAT SWING, and thinking
this man’s a genius! playing Ellington like a bartender
plays a Singapore Sling, all that maraschino cherry
sweetness, a little clink of ice, and his voice
doing a kind of mumble-moan
over the keys like a man whose been raised
from the dead, looking down at a woman’s knees
after years in the dirt, singing yeaahh!
yeaahh! this is what I’m talkin’about, yeaahh! this good, sweet life!

- Matthew Dickman

My dad died a week ago, after a two year battle with cancer. Before he got sick, we went to a poetry reading together and saw Matthew Dickman read this poem. My dad thought it was absolutely wonderful. Love you dad.

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Sun, 12 Feb 2012 16:09:00 -0800

artmonia: Octopussy II | Brian M. Viveros.

Sat, 04 Feb 2012 14:13:15 -0800

artmonia:

Octopussy II | Brian M. Viveros.

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