 | i wake to sleep and take my waking slow | Apr 24, 2007 |
  | if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget | |
- i want to feel like christmas, cold rain outside and warm kitchen within, sweet baked potatoes, soft lights, a picture book from childhood not so long ago
- "individual and collective resistance is borne out of awareness, critical education, discerning judgment and an ethic of mutuality - all of which suggests a struggle that is as educational as it is political, with no line dividing one from the other. ... Tragically, few intellectuals providing critical commentary on the current tragic conditions affecting youth offer any insights regarding how the educational force of the culture actually works pedagogically to reproduce dominant ideologies, values, identifications and consent. How exactly is it possible to imagine a more just, more equitable transformation in government and economics without a simultaneous transformation in culture, consciousness, social identities and values?" - Henry A. Giroux
- "The history of literature is the story of writers shaping their work to exploit technology." http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1993863,00.html
- wtf is with this apps thing, multiply?! please don't turn into facebook!!
- "In our hyped-up and caffeinated culture, who doesn't want to do more faster? But you may also crave a break from your overstimulated mind and aspire to a calmer, more intuitive, and present state. It's easy to lose sight of your main purpose amid the distractions of a frenzied mind. Slowing down brings you back to the here and now." - Daily Insight from Yoga Journal
- "When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace." — Jimi Hendrix
- “Don't go around saying the world owes you a living; the world owes you nothing; it was here first.” - Mark Twain || so deal with it. haha
- "[An artist] was in one sense 'possessed' by her vision but must never be possessed by anyone or anything obstructing this vision. Above all, she must not be possessed by insanity. Great art always walked close to that borderline but the great artist always knew her way back." - Muriel Spark
- "Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein." — H. Jackson Browne || SORRY NAMAN HA. :))
- “We feel an affinity with a certain thinker because we agree with him; or because he shows us what we were already thinking; or because he shows us in a more articulate form what we were already thinking; or because he shows us what we were on the point of thinking; or what we would sooner or later have thought; or what we would have thought much later if we hadn’t read it now; or what we would have been likely to think but never would have thought if we hadn’t read it now; or what we would have liked to think but never would have thought if we hadn’t read it now.” - Lydia Davis, “Affinity”
 | i toe the line of self-indulgence / every time I place my pen / upon the page and form the words / i felt but couldn’t show ‘til then | Jul 24, 2010 |
you know how i've loved you. how i loved you. but the memory of that love isn't enough to keep me here. i won't tell you, "it's not you, it's me," because it is you. you who have become too materialistic, too ready to nudge me off your list... more | thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, thou foster-child of silence and slow time | May 17, 2010 |
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 | i have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. i do not think that they will sing to me | Apr 8, 2010 |
versions by Nico and Jackson Browne tinatamaan ako. hahahaha -- I've been out walking I don't do too much talking These days, these days. These days I seem to think a lot About the things that I forgot to do And all the times I had the... more | into the nothingness of scorn and noise, into the living sea of waking dreams | |
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