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About Me

>......Le menton dans les mains, les pieds dans la gouttiére, tu regardes le ciel et respires la nuit. La cité endormie a la couleur du rêve et ressemble a un songe qui fuit tandis que dans les bars dansent garçons et filles et que danse le vent dans les rues des faubourgs. Tu fredonnes en ton coeur L'amére poésie qui te naît dans l'attente du jour. C'est la nuit; qu'il est beau de croire a la lumiére a l'aurore triomphante au soleil du matin. Dans le creux de la nuit grandit ta plénitude et se forge intérieur ton visage de demain. Ton deuil se changera en une danse joyeuse, regard neuf, main tendue, le coeur plein de refrains. Vers la ville qui t'attend tu marcheras radieuse pour oeuvrer au chantier du grand effort humain. Le menton dans les mains, Les pieds dans la gouttiére, tu regardes le ciel et respires la nuit. La cité endormie a la couleur du rêve et par-dessus les toits la lune te sourit.

My Interests

Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, 'Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, And hath been still, upon the lovely earth, A chaos of deep passion, from his birth. But should it be- that dream eternally Continuing- as dreams have been to me In my young boyhood- should it thus be given, 'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven. For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light And loveliness,- have left my very heart In climes of my imagining, apart From mine own home, with beings that have been Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen? 'Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour From my remembrance shall not pass- some power Or spell had bound me- 'twas the chilly wind Came o'er me in the night, and left behind Its image on my spirit- or the moon Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon Too coldly- or the stars- howe'er it was That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass. I have been happy, tho' in a dream. I have been happy- and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life, As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife Of semblance with reality, which brings To the delirious eye, more lovely things Of Paradise and Love- and all our own! Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.<

I'd like to meet:

1) WILD UNICORN, with eyes so intense, they burn history and reflect all the mysteries of the present. mmm. fresh. untouched air. but, approved for the intake and appreciation of mammals. so i wont fail. drapery. folds of silk. crevices of linen and cutholds of ships. they. SPARKLE. an d then fester and mold and revive to TEACH those that hold their ears close enough to listen and their minds, unclustered and lacking. those paralyzing pollutants that assume and refuse to become vulnerable. the vulnerability crucial and unavoiable. for GROWTH some may shrink while. others may flourish. intake. and LEARN, react. and deny. the temptations of stagnation and the partial=final tumble into a death. of all you. one. this death is. living in a self-built with arrogant hands, an existance that snuggles into the comatose reality. of Numb, i dont want to meet numb and those, static...{}}{ worse off than in the ground and funcionall no longer, those no longer, believers nor dreamers of progression. uhoh. those unafraid i guess. nonoNONOnonoo.and. with brilliant confidence. One who...A te voir marcher en cadence Belle d'abandon On dirait un serpent qui danse Au bout d'un baton.

Music:

Blind Lemon Jefferson. Bob Dylan 3. The Kinks. Tom Waits.Lou Reed. Joy Division. Billie Holiday. General Electrics. Rage Against the Machine. Serge Gainsbourg. Lavander Diamond. Pere Ubu. Tom Waits. The Sonics. smashing pumpkins. dungen. sigur ros. Cat Power and . those who mumble and humble to themselves, as those who hummm project that enviable bliss of an oblivion that holds the little hand of an inner PROUD, the quiet and tender murmur of a whisper of growing luminosity. the talking heads. wilco. Devendra Banhart. Vashti Bunyan. Dizzy. Ella Fitzgerald. elliot smith. Donovan. Karen Dalton. The Who. Iggy. The Velvet Underground.

Movies:

The Night of the Hunter. DIVA. the red balloon. FAntasia. Rushmore, and all wes anderson cinema feasts. Forest Gump. Sunset Blvd. FAUST. Breathless. 8 1/2. Roma. Blow Up. La Dolce Vita. Buffalo 66. Julietta of the Spirits. American Beauty. Satyricon. La Belle et la Bete. Funny Face. Die Nibelungen.

Television:

no thankyou.

Books:

*Freedom from The Known; Krishnamurti. *Invisible Cities; Italo Calvino. *100 Years of Solitude; Gabriel Garcia Marquez *The Waves; Virginia Woolf

Heroes:

LA BÊTE ] Diana Vreeland ]Doris Raymond ]

My Blog

RISD thus far...

FOR CAROLINE> i guess im a nerd. TExtile Design is amazing. we are silk-screen printing. i made a crazy pattern with repeating hands that will be made into three yards of fabric. i am so excited. ...
Posted by tess on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST