Archive for November, 2015

M.I.A. — Borders (Official music video) – YouTube

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M I A — Borders Official music video

 

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A Yellow Leaf by Ariana Reines

A Yellow Leaf

Ariana Reines

It’s shivering
Like a little lady rattling her bell
Calling for tea
Quivering in the old style

There’s a red light in Boston
At the close of day
Like the red light of idiocy
All along the bricks
Of Harvard Yard & a blue
Sky so hard & irradiated
In the way of old cinema
Whose screens
Reflect the pops & black
Rot spattered
As though it were something
Perhaps nice
As if to say please
No extra charge
Please
Visualize now the idea of your blind spot
I will even do it for you
As the physical reel unspools
& unspools & you blink
In a dark
Room narrow with shadows
Narrow shadows like avant-gardes

It was a dream that woke up
The Fall

It really is something
A sick feeling
Like stopping lying
A dangerous feeling
Like giving up trying to live as though you were otherwise

As though my mouth could water along the split
Waistlines of all the apricot colored squashes
As though the real pumpkins, horns
Of plenty at my hearth
& in my wealth, my death
Were visibly grinning
Thru the rosebud lip of womanhood
Behind which all the women
I really am (they claim)
Hide behind my face & do their flips
Behind my teeth
In the red darkness there
In my potions
In my chemicals
In the mouth I never use
In my poisonous mouth

 

 

 

Source: A Yellow Leaf by Ariana Reines

“An Opening to Basho’s Road” a version by Scott Watson

An Opening to Basho’s Road

 

A hundred generations are made of months and days passing by, as each passing year is a traveller too. By boat to living’s limits or leading a horse by its mouth towards old age is taking each day as journey, dwelling in journey. Many ancients have perished in journey. I too–from which year was it?–guided by winds from distant clouds, cannot keep from thinking to drift, roaming the strand, from autumn of last year ridding this ramshackle hut of cobwebs, year’s end soon, hazy sky raising spring, would sooner be passing through the Shirakawa Barrier and in spite of myself feel totally involved with things of god, feel summoned by the god of travel and cannot take up what’s at hand. [So] mend my breeches, fasten a new cord to my “kasa”–no sooner treating my shins with moxa than Matsushima’s moon burns in my heart–turn tenancy over to another and move to Sampu’s country house.

– Basho

Scott Watson’s version
Sendai, Japan

 

Friendly Fires – Paris (Aeroplane Remix) ft. Au Revoir Simone – YouTube

The courage of being one’s self: Beatriz Preciado | Autonomies

The following is a translation of a text by Beatriz Preciado that originally appeared in the french newspaper Libération (21/11/2014) and was written on the occasion of a debate on courage organise…

Source: The courage of being one’s self: Beatriz Preciado | Autonomies

AGAINST EXHAUSTION | *

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Chris Marker, 2084, via @cavvia

Against Exhaustion | *

Rem Koolhaas | Junkspace (2001)

Because we abhor the utilitarian, we have condemned ourselves to a life-long immersion in arbitrariness… The average contemporary lunch box is a microcosm of junkspace: a fervent semantics of health – slabs of eggplant, topped by thick layers of goat cheese – cancelled by a colossal cookie at the bottom… Polarities have become equatorial, nothing left in between. There is nothing between desolation and turmoil, between beauty and crassness. LAX: welcoming – possibly flesh-eating – orchids at the check-in counter…

‘Identity’ is the new junkfood for the disposessed, globalization’s fodder for the disenfranchized.

If space-junk is the human debris that litters the universe, junk-space is the residue mankind leaves on the planet. The built (more about that later) product of modernization is not modern architecture but junkspace. Junkspace is . . . .

An augmented HTML 5 version of Rem Koolhaas’ Junkspace essay from 2002

Source: Rem Koolhaas | Junkspace (2001)

Rem Koolhaas | Smithsonian magazine