For All Your Little Words

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A Pair of Ideal Landscapes

“So boundaries which are highly visible and jealously protected, boundaries whether linear or of that buffer variety, belong in landscapes designed by - and for - political animals, and often for four-footed animals as well”

- “A Pair of Ideal Landscapes”, John Brinckeroff Jackson 

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Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you. It was but yesterday we met in a dream.

You have sung to me in my aloneness, and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky.

But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn.

The noontide is upon us and our half waking has turned to fuller day, and we must part.

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again to- gether and you shall sing to me a deeper song.

And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky. 

-"The Prophet", Khalil Gibran

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Forgetfulness by Billy Collins

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Philip Glass Buys A Loaf Of Bread!

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Whores' Glory Soundtrack: Where We Meet, by Maike Rosa Vogel feat Konstantin Gropper

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Dear Rachel,

I am at a cafe called "Black Point Cafe". It's a wonderfully gloomy day out, and I'm perfectly situated by a window by the sea. I'm trying to read an article for my Critical Studies class called, "Things Fall Away- Philippine Historical Experience And The Making Of Globalization", but it's not happening. I keep looking out the window and see "Ghirardelli Square" across the street. They decorated the entrance sign with Christmas ornaments. How is it that Christmas is here already? I feel like I haven't finished September yet and it's already mid November. Speaking of which, my dad told me this morning that since I wouldn't be going home for Thanksgiving, I should go have a nice dinner on Thanksgiving night. The idea is so sweet and so lonely. San Francisco is the wrong city to experience this- New York should be a better city for all the singularities. 

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Micah P. Hinson - She Dont Own Me

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There is this strange girl sitting across from me right now at a cafe. She seems to be perpetually situated across from me under all circumstances for the past month. Over breakfast tables, Indian restaurants, corners of where the streets meet, and places where I've most certainly forgotten. I am intrigued by her. It's lovely.

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Because of the color, because Antonioni got so seduced by "Monica Vitti's red hair against the mists,"

-Into The Zone, Geoff Dyer

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Pianist Evgeny Kissin, when asked what his motto was, said, "live, and let others live."

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In a parallel universe, I have always been afraid of, you know, somebody who's traveling to remote parts of the earth all the time.

- Fresh Air: "In 'Sliver Of Sky,' Berry Lopez Confronts Childhood Sexual Abuse 

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She paused in the lobby. Here were men who had won a minor event at second-tier rodeo. Here were men who had just buried their wives and inherited ten thousand in insurance. That's what they got for their thirty years, five of it spent going to and from chemo. Here were women who had sold their mothers' wedding rings for four hundred dollars, their divorced husbands' bass boats and tool sets. This was the new American score. It wasn't a house and forty acres with a pond and waterfall anymore. It was the world of the shrinking dollar and the failure of words. It was about having one good weekend.

-The Woman Who Sold Communion, Kate Bravemen

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The Marx Brothers playing a piano duet. Geniuses. 

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"Do you know how long it's been?" Raven Asked. "Since you called?"

"To the hour," Amy answered. Then she told her mother precisely how many years, months, and days had passed since their last conversation.

"I'm impressed," Raven admitted.

"You're always impressed by the wrong things," Amy said.

-The Woman Who Sold Communion, Kate Braverman

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"The portrait of a person is one of the most difficult things to do, because in order to do it, it means you must almost bring the presence of that person photographed to other people in such a way that they don’t have to know that person personally, in any way, but they still are confronted with a human being that they won’t forget. That they- the image of whom they will never forget. That’s a portrait." - Paul Strand

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The darkness tells us something about the size and character of our universe. We're expanding. In a few billion years, those dark patches between stars will grow. There will be fewer stars to see. A few billion years after that, you'll be standing on a hill looking up on a clear night, and the sky will be close to pitch black, no Milky Way, no constellations, just blackness, because the stars we see today are speeding away from us, leaving a faint, infrared light. It will be very lonely. (Unless you're a telescope-wielding butterfly. Butterflies can see infrared. Distant retreating stars will be visible to them. To us, those stars will be invisible.)

Ah me. I'm glad I'm living now. 10 billion years from now, I'd rather be a butterfly.

-Robert Krulwich

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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)  it's always ourselves we find in the sea -E. E. Cummings.