far from all the others I saw these two small puffs of cloud, perfectly symmetrical and suspended above the distant line of frosted white Rocky Mountains in what appeared to be a whimsical white grin… And I could have sworn the horizon was smiling at me.
City of Music presents: Bowery
We’re so happy to share our performance of “Bowery” that we did for the City of Music series on pitchforkTV. Big thanks to Dan Huiting and his crew for bringing this to life, and a special thanks to the dancers, they were awesome. Enjoy
what is it about those hmm’s and haa’s?
O how all speech is feeble and falls short
Of my conceit, and this to what I saw
Is such, ‘tis not enough to call it little!
O Light Eterne, sole in thyself that dwellest,
Sole knowest thyself, and, known unto thyself
And knowing, lovest and smilest on thyself!
That circulation, which being thus conceived
Appeared in thee as a reflected light,
When somewhat contemplated by mine eyes,
Within itself, of its own very colour
Seemed to me painted with our effigy,
Wherefore my sight was all absorbed therein.
As the geometrician, who endeavours
To square the circle, and discovers not,
By taking thought, the principle he wants,
Even such was I at that new apparition;
I wished to see how the image to the circle
Conformed itself, and how it there finds place;
But my own wings were not enough for this,
Had it not been that then my mind there smote
A flash of lightning, wherein came its wish.
Here vigour failed the lofty fantasy:
But now was turning my desire and will,
Even as a wheel that equally is moved,
The Love which moves the sun and the other stars.
Paradiso: Canto XXXIII
in vinyl please, and with Simone.
i often dream of terribly sad, numbing things, but other times i dream of flying and conquering fears.
think of a bee. you are its knees. you waft through me like a summer’s breeze. Can I come round Tuesday, please?
The quality of mercy is not strain’d,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea;
Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must needs give sentence ‘gainst the merchant there.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
lovers in Paris. 2012
Musee de Louvre, Paris 2012. fave snapshot I stole from a window above the courtyard.
the rents when they were kids. circa 70’s
summer nights in quebec