Julie Delpy

if i look back, i am lost
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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
todays bird
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
will byers stan first human second
d e v o n
noise dept.
Peter Solarz
Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Julie Delpy
Graffiti, NYC, 1984, Frank Hovart Source: http://www.retronaut.com/2014/03/new-york-by-frank-horvat/?utm_content=buffer45de6&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer
Julie Delpy
Juxtapose, Amsterdam
“My bed is a small boat lost at sea; that sudden whistling is the wind in the sails. On every side the air is filled with the sound of furious klaxoning. I talk to myself to give myself cheer: there now, your skiff is holding its own, you are safe in your stone boat. Sleep in spite of the storm. Sleep in the storm. Sleep in your own courage, happy to be a man who is assailed by wind and wave." --Bachelard
About right, actually.
'It seems that we learn something about art when we experience what the word solitude is meant to designate. This word has been much abused. Still, what does the expression 'to be alone' signify? When is one alone? Asking this question should not simply lead us into melancholy reflections. Solitude as the world understands it is a hurt which requires no further comment here. We do not intend to evoke the artist's solitude either - that which is said to be necessary to him for the practice of art. When Rilke writes to the countess of Solms-Laubach (August 3, 1907), "For weeks, except for two short interruptions, I haven't pronounced a single word; my solitude has finally encircled me and I am inside my efforts just as the core is in the fruit," the solitude of which he speaks is not the essential solitude. It is concentration." -Blanchot
Stupidity is never foreign to knowledge; knowledge can itself become stupidity par excellence, so to speak. And this is so because knowledge, and in particular theoretical knowledge as passage to the act of reason—or more broadly noesis—only occurs intermittently to a noetic soul which constantly regresses, and which, as such, is like Sisyphus, perpetually ascending the slope of its own stupidity.
B. Stiegler
2000 feet above Shanghai
Sakai Hoitsu, Triptych of the Three Seasons: Autumn Moon, early 19th c. info
Ophelia Barbie
Foggy morning
Bagni del Masino, Lombardy, Italy
"Everyday language [la langage courant] calls a cat a cat, as if the living cat and its name were identical, as if it were not true that when we name the cat, we retain nothing of it but its absence, what it is not." -Blanchot
Glenn Gould Plays Gibbons Byrd Schoenberg Webern Berg
Winter in Sweeden
October 25th