‘bitersweet melodies’
- Feist
Stunning images by Irina Werning
Teenage Crime
- Adrian Lux
May 22nd 2012
Today is my 22nd birthday. I guess that would make it my ‘golden birthday’.
I feel old but i’m endlessly thankful for everything and everyone in my life.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.” Rhapsody on a Windy Night, T.S. Eliot
Rain.
First Communion
The tiny bride rides down the block on her scooter,
gliding over spattered sun spots on the pavement below.
She knows nothing of God or Jesus or the symbolic purity of her white
garments (the bread had tasted much drier than she had expected and lingered in her mouth much longer than she had wanted).
She does not fathom the Universe or Existence or even that one Van Gogh painting of two faceless figures trapped within recursive undergrowth (it hangs above her bed).
She knows only of the wind that sustains her in flight
as she strolls down the street dreaming of magical dragons and a fairytale prince.
She knows only of her favorite banana pancakes, the moisture on her tights after dance practice.
She knows only of the pain on her right cheek when little Peter pelted his baseball in her direction-
it left a blue and purple mark on her heart (Ironically this combination of colors has since then become her favorite).
And when little Peter tackled her to the ground, she could only swallow her words.
He smelled of applesauce and day-old sloppy joe.
She felt the peristalsis muffle her screams as they sank in synchrony with his grunts to the pit of her stomach.
Her dampened cheeks lubricated little Peter’s momentum (violence is only merited by personal satisfaction…and Peter was satisfied).
Passively, into a suspension of disembodied numbness, she was ossified, and witnessed the dirt creep up her legs like little spiders-
like little unwanted fingertips.
Today’s Facebook Status
I honestly don’t even know where to start. Thank you Penn. For everything. The all-nighters, the parties, the stress, the laughter, the hope, the failures, the existential uncertainty, the many first experiences, the motivation, the brilliant professors, the literal and metaphorical poetry, the neuroscience, the philosophy which completely changed my reality, the fortuitous occurrences, the nights i won’t remember, the nights i will remember, the flings, the dreams, the shows, the traditions, the crazy youth, the freedom. But most importantly. For all the phenomenally talented, ambitious, intellectual, open-minded, and creative individuals whom i’ve had the honor of calling my classmates. From you I have learned the most. Thank You. Congrats Penn Grads 2012. You will always have a spot in my heart.
Paddling Out
- Miike Snow
Dancers Among Us
(Source: dancersamongus.com)
Om Nashi Me
Taken with instagram
I’ve always been a fan of Kate Jablonski’s work.
Her choreography is so unique and dynamic.
The Imitation Game
So one of my best friends introduced me to a screenplay that apparently hasn’t been released to the public yet. It’s called ‘the imitation game’ and it’s based on the life of Alan Turing who pretty much single-handedly incited the growth/research of artificial intelligence with his famed ‘Turing Test’. It’s a really remarkable screenplay and if you can get your hands on it, i would highly recommend reading it.
The coolest thing i learned from the screenplay:
When investigator’s found Touring dead in his bedroom…next to his body they found a bitten apple with cyanide powder on it.
‘The logo of Apple Computer- an apple with a bite taken out of it- has long been rumored to be a silent tribute to Alan Turing. These rumors have never been confirmed.”
I will never look at the apple logo the same way again. Steve Jobs, you never cease to amaze me.
Sick Remix of City and Colour’s Fragile Bird.
