Whistling for Moonbeams

I continue to astound myself with my own contradictions. When will the heart ever learn? The years have failed to teach.

II. Orpheus Falls Who has not heard the Poet's lament/ for one descended into dream's dark stairs?...

the things we love demand more love,/ as if we have always been capable of it. Yet/ I can only offer belief, mirages that mean water,/ long ...

I was taught Art--fed books for breakfast, given songs to wipe my tears with, pushed to poetry for solace--and it is through Art's glass...

I promised myself I'd catch up on all the sleep I keep losing during my work week, but here I am, with my cup of coffee, reading and scr...

"I choose a color and it connotes sadness./ But how long must the symbols remain true? Blue/ is blue, not lonely. After a time, one giv...

After my recent bout with the flu, here comes the itching in my hands. The unbearable urge to scratch is once more a constant companion, wit...

Going through this blog reminded me that David Foster Wallace's been dead for four years. I didn't realize so much time has passed s...

So this morning I find out that Ebert gave "Shame" and "Cloud Atlas" 4 stars, "Melancholia", 3 and a half, and...

This preoccupation with loss. This fear of what the next moment will have in its hands, or already does. Ah, my mind. What...

"But how? What an abyss of uncertainty whenever the mind feels that some part of it has strayed beyond its own borders; whenever it, th...

Propitious that I should find my way back to this book at a time like this, when the losses seem at their most, scattered at my feet like fa...

Endearments, Endings, Ennui, Entropy.

This rain, that sky. The weather reports have unanimously decided that the best place to be, right now, is indoors. The pots on the wall are...

As protest to the so-called Cybercrime Prevention Law, this blog is temporarily closing down.

One of the worst places to be in is between laughter and tears. There is that series of seconds tracing indecision that is almost painful es...

This morning, I watched the sky turn from black, to indigo, to sienna-tinged, to powder-blue. Along the lines, I remember thinking it was a ...

Peace comes settling, at last. Evening bears no more threats; there are less shadows when the sun rises. The doubtful mind, programmed from ...

Movement requires action. A verb is a tiresome word. But the mind dictates the body, and the mind is a merciless master. Often, I am drawn t...

Wong Kar Wai, 2000 David Fincher, 2011 Darren Aronofsky, 2006

Few movies have touched me the way this one has. And after having seen it again, now that what I consider the most difficult parts of my l...

Oh, my gosh, this is just so lovely. The perfect strains to my sashay with the sunrise.

There might you see one sigh, another rage, And some, their violent passions to assuage, Compile sharp satires; but, alas, too late,...

Only the chilliest nights can make me bundle up. I rarely ever layer clothing, too lazy to slip on cardigans or jackets, even in the office ...

And the moments fall like rain, hungry for pavements to land on, longing for surfaces to find shape in. Most of the time, the dream never ma...

Richard Attenborough, 1992

Girl friends--

...it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; -"Sonnet 116", William Shakespeare Once upon a s...

Unfortunately, it was already 3 a.m. when I woke up, and there was the whole business of whipping up breakfast to take care of, and the irre...

Yann Samuell, 2003

In four days, I was able to finish three articles. The first one was a writing assignment so unceremoniously dumped on to my lap and for w...

"Dearest, I feel certain, that I'm going mad again. I think we can't go through another of these terrible times and I shan...

Not the attendance of stones, nor the applauding wind, shall let you know you have arrived, nor the sea that celebrates only departures, nor...

and nodding by the lamp, I will take down a book from my shelf and apologize to Yeats for putting his work in vain, and pour myself a cup of...

Yes, I violated the dress code and got away with it.  So I'm staying in and taking it easy. Been stretched enough this week so I...

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The star...

My glass of water refracts the morning. -Sylvia Plath

Thelma and Louise Ridley Scott, 1991 Norwegian Wood Tran Anh Hung, 2010

-Sylvia Plath I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there. Is...

                                            -mine, I call it, because these day-hammered fields of dazzled horizontals undulate, summers, ...

I blame the incredible heat and the sheer blueness of the pool's tiles. Yes, I had no extra clothes and had absolutely zero plans ...

To the depths, and back again. And after having gone through so many similar travels, I realize that there's really nothing sublime, or ...

I thought it was a scarf. Turns out it isn't.

*All snippets and photos are from the article written by Christopher Jobson,   Creator and curator of Colossal , an art and design blog. Go...

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Awake by the wee hours. Crisped some corned beef. Toyed with the rice on my plate. Posted on instagram . Put Bon Iver on the player. Tweete...

The kind of lazy that won't get out of bed. The kind of lazy that won't lift a finger. The kind of lazy that lets the dust settle...

un-finish the to-dos so you can grab a wink before the day is done because another one waits in the outskirts of your week but take care not...