Wednesday, December 30, 2015

two zero one six


these remain some of my favorites.
a light-filled post in a dark month.

when I was cooped up with more and more oddities.

this picture makes it feel like march again.
I think about this quote often.

I keep this poem hung of my bedroom door to this day. From a hectic month.

rather another hectic month, with much travel and a dear friend.

when I finally looked at some older rolls of film.

when summer was slow.

when the nights were short but full
                and I took a short class on poetry.

when I went back to school, featuring the art room.
     and I spent these last days of summer.

when some friends and I began a tradition of sorts.

a poem, a month so short.
                   & an unexpected encounter.

quiet around here. A playlist I was listening to.

see also: two zero one five

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

2 deer

the moon was
full and low this afternoon. I am thinking
about this song and two deer
I saw the other day, approaching
my friend's car without much
hesitation at all.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

manual labor, eh?

I volunteered on a farm with some friends two weekends ago. It was so nice and autumnal and I felt like the sun was always on the cusp of setting.

two books I have enjoyed recently: 1 & 2
also this song 

Thursday, October 29, 2015


The other day I went and got pancakes before school started with some friends. I drank a lot of coffee, which the waitress kept refilling and it was distinctly cold outside for the first time in a while. I spend a lot of time where I work slicing tomatoes every day for sandwiches and thinking about how transparent people are when they talk about the weather. 

Thursday, October 22, 2015

a show // a house

1: The other evening I went to a show with eskimeaux, told slant, gracie and girlpool. They were all really wonderful and live music is so life-affirming and I loved everyone there.

2: A work in progress

3 & 4: photos taken on walks, looking at houses and the sky

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

a book // a moment

1: Kim is cool and she knows it. I had of mixed feelings about this book. There was definitely some girl-hate but at the same time I really liked some of Kim's descriptions of New York and so on. Did any of you guys read it? Would be interested to hear you thoughts. 

2: I took this photo on what felt like the first overcast day in a long time. It was on a path nearby that backs onto a downtown area. Someone had left out a bowl of bruised apples under an apple tree with a sign that said, "Take as many as many as you like. We get at least this many everyday."

Wednesday, September 2, 2015



          standing at the end of august / i seek the comforts of fall. 

Thursday, August 27, 2015

the importance of being iceland

"The bay, the town, the boats, the day danced surreally in the artist's morbid lens. At night the art turned back on itself [...] a fragment here and there of a word: cold, grim, hot. But you know - words don't do it. They don't. They never say enough. Ask any writer. Language just fails. It's not place at all. " (35)

"Travel is not transcendence. It's immanence. It's trying to be here." (41)

"She raises her arms and smiles. Energy moves in the stillness of the pose [...] The sweetness in the extremeness outside." (91)

Wednesday, August 19, 2015


The claw
Of the magnolia
Drunk on its own scents
Asks nothing of life.

"Paralytic" by Sylvia Plath

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

2 bks

letter to jimmy by Alain Mabankou
A writer and professor weaves a letter to James Baldwin with biographical details and explores his own relationship to Baldwin's work.
This book is a strong biography but I felt Mabankcou could have delved  more into his own feelings on the author. He does this occasionally and effectively but I would have loved more insight. Nonetheless, I think this is a useful and engaging look at race in America through the narrower lens of Baldwin's life and career.

the ongoing moment by Geoff Dyer
An author, fairly inexperienced with photography, describes types of photographs organized by subject matter. It is mostly but not exclusively early American photography.
I liked the structure of this book and would like to read more about photography (any suggestions?) but I think Dyer's prose sometimes drifts carelessly into a self-satisfied tone which can be off- putting. 

Thursday, July 23, 2015

a shameless self-promo

disneyworld being especially aesthetic

just a short little post to tell you:

I opened an etsy account! I intend to put up some more clothes soon so stay tuned.

My friends and I have opened a call for submissions for our art zine. We want all kinds of stuff so send it on in to and check out our website too.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

summer, nothing of note

do not forget the plum
in the thicket

spring air-
woven moon
and plum scent

from Lips Too Chilled by Matsuo Basho

this song has been on repeat like no other
a great online zine
next up on my to-read list: this and this

Friday, July 10, 2015

cherry blossoms and all.

“In the spring there is wonderful color
with the cherry blossoms and all.”
Now however, it is just a dark
layered wet green.

Here is what I have been listening to recently. 
+ an interesting article I read
and here is a magazine I read recently and would recommend.

Friday, July 3, 2015

paris & the empty church

what I thought at the time, apparently
I went to Paris this past winter and spent a lot of time in large empty churches. It all reminded me of this one quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson:
I like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching.

Friday, June 26, 2015

two art books

I have been reading a lot of art books in an unplanned series. It is strange when a pattern seems suddenly so obvious in all the things you have read. Read on for some recommendations.

Friday, June 19, 2015

through a glass, darkly

“I have never perceived those to whom I have been most attached other than as through a glass, darkly.”

— Vincent van Gogh

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

new york, underground

"The best way to get to know a city is to count up how much change you have in your pocket and take the subway as far as that amount gets you."
    David Bowie on traveling in Japan

Sunday, May 24, 2015

it chooses you

"This sometimes happens when I am faced with actualities - it's like deja vu, but instead of the sensation that this has happened before, I'm suffused with the awareness that this is happening for the first time."

“I’ve been trying for so long now, for decades, to lift the lid a little bit, to see under the edge of life and somehow catch it in the act—‘it’ being not God (because the word God asks a question and then answers it before there is any chance to wonder) but something along those lines.”


It Chooses You by Miranda July

I recently revisited an old favorite book, and found it just as moving the second time around (which for me at least is a rare thing)

Thursday, May 7, 2015

a certain sweetness

    "there isn't enough of anything
    as long as we live. But at intervals
    a sweetness appears and, given a chance

-- Raymond Carver  

     I took these photos a little while back on a trip to New York, 
     where I think there was a certain sweetness.  

Monday, April 27, 2015


from "In the Van Gogh Room"
    by Traise Yamamoto




Winter pulls the body inward.
Tradition calls strongly, as if 
in the act of keeping the belly
warm and rolled tight, 
the milk in the coffee, the third
key on the ring, the touch
and smell of a lover
could become the familiar things of childhood.

Perhaps this is why Spring makes us sad--
we think it is a delicate attentive sorrow
for the small buds of tree;
but this June I realized it is because
Spring does not allow an inner life.
We are pulled from the body, 
begin to wonder if it is the promise
of shedding the weight of our own heat,
close, that leaves us without cause of notice


pulled out of this wonderful collection 
that I unearthed at a used book store recently. 

Monday, April 20, 2015

this is my my so called life

I have been watching "My So Called Life," the 90's teen classic,
which has led me thinking a lot about how much we glamorize high school,
and how much time I spend searching for Real High School Moments
(whatever that means)
like little gems in this four year slog.

Monday, April 13, 2015

a snow day

backpacks that go everywhere

snow that quickly became ice

snow makes everything feel like an island and soon and the color of the sky will grow closer

and closer

to that of the snow itself
and soon it will all be the same.

reading this.

listening to this and this.

Monday, March 30, 2015

as if to win them back

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,  
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go  
As if to win them back.
by Philip Larkin

(the more I travel the more intensely true
I feel this quote really is)

I've been listening to a lot of chillwave and bossa nova. Its kind of 
a interesting combination. Here's a link to a playlist that I
recently made.