"The only truly magical and poetic exchanges that occur in this life occur between two people" - Tom Robbins
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Mike Brodie
"Maybe I’ve just become obsessed with dirty cloth & dull rags, objects that have been touched by a million different hands then set back down—right there—just for me. Things that are made by chance or found on the side of a road, rather than bought or sold. What’s a story anyways? Why do people tell them?
My first memory was when I was a year old. Imagine that. Lyin’ by a river bed, Arizona is hot in the summer, and even worse when you have an earache. One-year-old with no pants on, screaming and crying like it would help or something, my face bright RED. The blanket I was lying on, made of prickly pear green wool. If that cloth was still around, it would tell you a story. But its long gone, underground somewhere, tired.
I’ve been shittin’ and pissin’ for 20 years since that day. Most of the time I miss, but I “make photos” now, valued by some. Who are these people? One of my favorites is still that one my mom took, my dad cuttin’ into a turkey like a man—in prison since, my grandma laughin’ drunk in the foreground—dead now. I still have that one. As for why, who knows? This is where I am and what I’m doing. Everyone I’ve ever met is responsible for it, and those eyes of theirs—never blank—always tryin’ to focus right there on the pupil. It’s always difficult to get a good look at both of ‘em. Go ahead and try. You’ll just end up starin’ right at the bridge of the nose.
The photos. I want people to see ‘em just as you’d want to tell someone a good story. Nobody enjoys boredom. And when I’m good and dead, maybe my lungs’ll still be around, with some words beneath. Everything comes as a surprise—thank GOD."
Labels:
Lost at E Minor,
Mike Brodie,
Photography,
Poppit
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Ash Wednesday
"Something has to mean something even if we have to make it up. Let's make it up; I love you, you love me. Let's stick with it. Let's take it across the goddam goal line. Ok?"
"We spend fifty years together and some shit's gonna go down. But you can't stop fighting. You can't let go. Take your shoes off. Stay awhile."
"Making vows about tomorrow seemed to be uselessly tempting fate. You could make vows of intent, but promising anything further about an unknown variable like the future seemed arrogant."
"If we could just love each other and live in truth as much as possible and not at some idea of what a relationship is supposed to be...To maintain a perspective on the other and not wholly judge him in context to yourself... An awake, conscious life, that's all I really desired."
"We spend fifty years together and some shit's gonna go down. But you can't stop fighting. You can't let go. Take your shoes off. Stay awhile."
"Making vows about tomorrow seemed to be uselessly tempting fate. You could make vows of intent, but promising anything further about an unknown variable like the future seemed arrogant."
"If we could just love each other and live in truth as much as possible and not at some idea of what a relationship is supposed to be...To maintain a perspective on the other and not wholly judge him in context to yourself... An awake, conscious life, that's all I really desired."
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Vanity
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Blooms Day
Friday, November 4, 2011
reliving teenage years in suburbia
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
Friday, October 28, 2011
Ned Kelly Country
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Centered
"I'd spent all this time and energy over the years searching for a home - and home for me, I was realising, was simply being close to my own ability to love".
Monday, October 17, 2011
For Poppit
I'm with you in Rockland
where you will split the heavens of Long Island
and ressurect your living human Jesus from the
superhuman tomb
I'm with you in Rockland
where there are twentyfive-thousand mad comrades
all together singing the final stanzas of the
Internationale
I'm with you in Rockland
where we hug and kiss the United States under
our bedsheets the United States that coughs
all night and won't let us sleep
I'm with you in Rockland
where we wake up electrified out of the coma
our own souls' airplanes are roaring over the
roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the
hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls
collapse O skinny legions run outside O
starry spangled shock of mercy the eternal
war is here O victory forget your underwear
we're free
I'm with you in Rockland
in my dreams you walk dripping fom a sea-
journey on the highway across America in tears
to the door of my cottage in the Western night
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Slow Ambition
Monday, October 10, 2011
Valley of the Dolls
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Time is on your side
This song makes me want to do everything in this video clip, including the slo mo's.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
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