You block the road and won't give me rest.
You pull my lead-rope one way, then the other.
You act cold, my darling!
Do you hear what I say?
Will this night of talking ever end?
Why am I still embarrassed and timid about you?
You are thousands. You are one.
Quiet, but most articulate.
Your name is Spring.
Your name is wine.
Your name is the nausea
that comes from wine!
You are my doubting
and the lightpoints
in my eyes.
You are every image, and yet
I'm homesick for you.
Can I get there?
Where the deer pounces on the lion,
where the one I'm after's
after me?
This drum and these words keep pounding!
Let them both smash through their coverings
into silence.
-Rumi
By sabbbriCA
I'm quite busy lately with school work (6 hours spent on a painting, many more to come reading an ethnography, about 8 chapters in a text book not read yet, and the rest of a book on a complicated concept, Dzogchen) and yet I'm most active here when I have no time to be. Seems like I'm being pushed very quickly while I'm in this state of busyment into a spring and summer full of uncertainty. I hate that but I want it to come so this semester can be over with. Anyways, I'm also actively listening to music along the way to classes everyday and especially when I'm barricaded in the art building for many hours, therefore here are some favorites of the week:
The Arcade Fire My Heart Is An Apple Us Kids Know
Cake Shadow Stabbing Comfort Eagle
Old 97's What We Talk About Fight Songs
Air Run Talkie Walkie
Pedro The Lion I Am Always The One Who Calls The Only Reason I Feel Secure
Third Eye Blind Deep Inside of You Blue
Caetano Veloso Lost In The Paradise Caetano Veloso
Art In Manila Set The Woods On Fire Set The Woods On Fire
