Wednesday, December 30, 2009

let it...

Let it flow.
Let it come from the deepest being you can feel.
Let it fester, and fester.
Let it get hot like a burning volcano.
Let it explode.
Let it run from your burning heart to the burning keys.
Let it be said.
Let it be told.
Let it make you feel.
Let it make you cold.

-Dan S. Whitener

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Friday, December 25, 2009

not to touch the earth

for anonymous

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissed
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow's mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.

But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Imprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

She dwells with Beauty -Beauty that must die;
And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips
Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh,
Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips:
Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veiled Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine:
His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

-Ode on Melancholy
John Keats

Saturday, December 19, 2009

dreaming seamless dreams...

out for a stroll, found this funky christmas 'art' display here in seattle...

super filtered in after effects, great song by joanna newsome titled the sprout and the bean which i think works great with the video....

Wednesday, December 2, 2009