movie i watched

'cave of forgotten dreams': fascinating and at times comical documentary about the cave paintings in chauvet cave--the oldest cave paintings ever discovered. the movie brings in pretty much every kind of expert possible, who all seem to reach the consensus that we don't know much of anything. What we do know is that everything in the cave moves in ways that contemporary still art does not. everything was painted in a portion of the cave that had no light source--light has to be brought in--and there are no flat wall surfaces. They are all curved. Combined with the fact that the animals are drawn with many legs and lines that guide the eye, the paintings come to life when the light hits them. As the film crew moves through the cave, their shadows dance and the pictures move. Much fun to watch despite Werner Herzog's odd sense of humor and the colorful characters he attracts.

'We have all a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be.'

what i'm reading

life by keef richards. the ramblings of an ex-heroin addict and, unknown to many, a 5-string guitar player. the book itself is a rebellion; after everyone looks and says, 'when is that dude gonna die?' [in a fit of instant karma], he writes a book and calls it 'LIFE'.

zuccone

Just like this guy, it's all about finding your niche.

one year later; ramblings

'All I wanted was to run and kick the dirt behind me, but instead was treading through uncharted masses, my body contorting itself like clay to slim its way through gaps between bodies that moved slowly and without resolve. I was a boat floating through a sea of broken ice.'

boston

moving to boston. until then, sleeping on the floor with my elderly dog. he wakes up and cries until i scratch his ears and he falls back asleep.
running, returning. editing ba. drawing hands and learning 'the times they are a-changin' on guitar.
really interested in christianity lately.
the ship of theseus paradox and everything is connected.
i lied i haven't actually been drawing hands but it's something i'm going to start doing very soon.

'sooner
later
everyone will know'

-akron/family

^this song starts in 5/4, then goes to 2/4 and ends in 3/4. it's basically the greatest thing i've ever heard.

no pictures

it's been a while but i think i have something worth saying here. i'm not a fan of chicago, and it doesn't help that it's negative degrees outside. started working hard on my BA, spending a lot of time with my ancient dog and working at the bookstore where my fellow UChicago students buy their textbooks for the quarter. leaving for providence in 10 days, where i get to spend a glorious two weeks with my boyfriend and hopefully take a short trip to new york. until then, i'm overwhelmed by the feeling that i'm left without the means to carry out these miraculous expectations i have of myself; FEAR NO ART.

William Butler Yates

The Second Coming

TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

farewell, london