Nothing like getting snow down your jacket...
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
In Silence Wondering
Occupied by familiar oddities
Unaware of hopefulness
She prays her wisdom won't
Supercede his glory
Taken back to the days of wondering
Abreast to the magic it can bring
In a wonderers eyes the truth can behold
such entities
She's an oddity
New beginners pray for justice
When they enter the space of
uncertainty
She'll renew her faith and
save the faces of reckless creation
Today spilling out new beginnings
"I'm tired of waking up that way."
The stars breath in silence
They sparkle in my tomb
Friday, January 22, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Ars Gratia Arits- Art for Art's Sake
This is how I began my day. Watching a movie is part of my every day. I have this amazing book that chronicles the beginning of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM) till like 1974, and He Who Gets Slapped (1924) is said to be the studios first ever film to be released.
Silent film is so magical in the sense of the power of early imagination, there's such a freshness about it. The innocence of early creation and experimentation with film. Even the music... The pantomime is such an art; body language is so powerful, expressive, beautiful. Lon Chaney is still exciting to watch. Pure magic, pure imagination. The early ages of the motion picture are a gift.
Ars Gratia Artis- Art for Art's Sake
I want to join the circus xx :)
Friday, January 15, 2010
Verklempt
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Don't Mind
Hero
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face,
Don't mind people grinnin' in your face,
Just bear this in mind-
A true friend is hard to find;
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face.
You know your mother will talk about you,
Your sisters and brothers, too;
Yes, don't care how you're trying to live,
They'll talk about you still...
Yes, but bear this in mind,
A true friend is hard to find;
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face.
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face,
Don't mind people grinnin' in your face,
Just bear this in mind-
A true friend is hard to find;
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face.
You know they'll jump you up and down
They'll carry you all round and round;
Just as soon as your back is turned,
They'll be tryin' to crush you down.
Yes, but bear this in mind,
A true friend is hard to find;
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face.
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face,
Don't mind people grinnin' in your face,
Just bear this in mind-
A true friend is hard to find;
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face.
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face,
Don't mind people grinnin' in your face,
Just bear this in mind-
A true friend is hard to find;
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face.
You know your mother will talk about you,
Your sisters and brothers, too;
Yes, don't care how you're trying to live,
They'll talk about you still...
Yes, but bear this in mind,
A true friend is hard to find;
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face.
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face,
Don't mind people grinnin' in your face,
Just bear this in mind-
A true friend is hard to find;
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face.
You know they'll jump you up and down
They'll carry you all round and round;
Just as soon as your back is turned,
They'll be tryin' to crush you down.
Yes, but bear this in mind,
A true friend is hard to find;
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face.
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face,
Don't mind people grinnin' in your face,
Just bear this in mind-
A true friend is hard to find;
Don't you mind people grinnin' in your face.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Run free
I've got to submit my application for graduation to get my Associates degree. Now I am in a place where I have to decide whether to get my Bachelors degree in film or continue my studies in theatre. Work in progress let say... Eh...
Sonja Sohn
Sonja Sohn
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Double consciousness
Carrie Mae Weems self portrait "I looked and failed to see what so terrified you."
It is a peculiar sensation, this double consciousness, this sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others, of measuring one's soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt or pity. One ever feels his two-ness,- an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.
-W.E.B. Du Bois
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