baran

this was a really pretty and sweet movie by Majid Majidi ,

about a boy from iran and a girl he falls in love with from afghanistan .

u can watch it on youtube .

her face reminds me of the face i pictured when i read The blind Owl , which ive wanted to paint for a long time.

Beckmann

inspiring .
if u need to make your mind wander to the bad places where abstracted sex acts and green oceans mirror each other look at

Beckmann ..

What do all the fishes mean ??

Zu Meiner Katze

To a Cat

Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.
By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,
we look for you in vain;
More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,
yours is the solitude, yours the secret.
Your haunch allows the lingering
caress of my hand. You have accepted,
since that long forgotten past,
the love of the distrustful hand.
You belong to another time. You are lord
of a place bounded like a dream.

-Jorge Luis Borges

The misfortunes of Philosophy in the Bedroom

Not to be specific or anything, but i am all too familiar with bedrooms and philosophy mixing up my pretty little head..

Recently, the Marquis de Sade has been my book of choice.. Usually by the light of candles.. smoking on the porch at dusk. Last summer just before the move back to the west coast i remember reading The Misfortunes of Virtue..not completely realizing the Marquis real-world usefulness on this subject.

Now, reading Philosophy in the Bedroom and getting past some of the more-comical-than-sensual scenes (how very familiar), i stumble upon the character Dolmance’s opinion of most all virtues. Charity, Chastity, Benevolence…all are just as self-serving but more destructive to society than any Vice in his eyes. It seems a simple statement to me, not ringing really true..although it could be true that Benevolence to the undeserving, or anyone at all really,,, breeds complacency. It is a disservice to the furtherance of their personal evolution.

Begone those virtues which produce naught but ingratitude !

(Benevolence) accustoms the poor man to doles which provoke the deterioration of his energy ; when able to expect your charities, he ceases to work and becomes, when they fail him, a thief or assassin.

Applying this theory now..or maybe only to ungrateful evil-doers. I think there are some holes in the Marquis’ logic.

One cannot always do evil ; deprived of the pleasure it affords, we can at least find the sensation’s equivalent in the minor but piquant wickedness of never doing good.

-Philosophy in the Bedroom

I smell the garden in your haiaiaiiirrr

banter !

Its raining again

Everything hurts, but only temporarily. New York New York i’ve missed you but you make my inferiority complex and the ego i tried to create from nothing realize themselves both to be false; and I, with no title or category on which to lean–i have only small comforts to seek.

How grateful I am to him for letting me know, without caring about the effect such revelations produced, everything that affects him, that occupies him in his hours of gravest anxiety, everything external to his anxiety, for not pathetically “singing” his distress like too many poets, but for enumerating patiently, in the darkness, some quite involuntary reasons he still found for being, and for being–to whose advantage he never really knew–a writer !

Andre Breton / Nadja

we don’t live linearly

waiting for the sun to come out..inspiring my soon to be summer .

i gobbled up the mountains, drank the sky, ate the sea -

until i was the universe !

the universe was me !

- MacPhisto !