The meowing bird

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes,
tastes we have swallowed,
bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom,
characters we have climbed into as if trees,
fears we have hidden in as if caves.
I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead.
I believe in such cartography--to be marked by nature,
not just to label ourselves on a map like the
names of rich men and women on buildings.
We are communal histories, communal books.
-Michael Ondaatje, the english patient

reneelilley: Me, taken by someone with my camera in some car that I honestly do not remember. which is really sad.

reneelilley:

Me, taken by someone with my camera in some car that I honestly do not remember. which is really sad.

♦ 10 hours ago

sangyou: 28/366 my attempt at drawing. I call it “field of cats…and stuff” (Taken with instagram)

sangyou:

28/366 my attempt at drawing. I call it “field of cats…and stuff” (Taken with instagram)

♦ 13 hours ago

I love windows the size of waterfalls

I love windows the size of waterfalls

(via nowandthan)

♦ 22 hours ago

It has taken me over three years to look at this one piece that I feel like has been my best work thus far, and realize the words that lived in me a few years ago are no longer the same words that linger in the rain and my fingertips.

♦ 1 day ago

bookshelves: George Peabody Library I actually live near here.  Visiting this weekend!~ weapon of choice; c330s on tripod with ektar 100.

bookshelves:

George Peabody Library

I actually live near here. 

Visiting this weekend!~

weapon of choice; c330s on tripod with ektar 100.

♦ 2 days ago

The Cunningham company rehearses in silence.

There’s something soulfully haunting about dance without music. I believe it takes a person with sheer fearlessness to achieve.

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Tacita Dean

Craneway Event, 2009
16 mm colour anamorphic film 108 minutes
at Frith Street Gallery

more info about the project here