Some inspiration from Momma.

"There's a difference between interest and commitment.
When you're interested in doing something, you do it
only when it's convenient. When you're committed to
something, you accept no excuses; only results."
- Unknown

What Do I Do?

What do I do with the knowledge and understanding
that I would rather dance with your ghost
than waltz with the flesh and bone and blood
and beating heart of anyone else? With the fact
that I would rather lie here alone and reach out
to cradle the empty indention of where you once rested
that feel it filled and graze the heated and empty
skin of another?
How can I measure any distance between us? Is it in
minutes or miles or hours or the most minute of millimeters? When we kiss and the halo of our
electrical fields and the skin of our lips finally
sink together is it close enough then? Can I crawl
through it and close my eyes on your side of the
skin we wear? 
I just know that I would rather listen to your brand
and timbre of silence than hear a thousand songs
by a thousand choirs ringing through the vaulted
and exalted ceilings of a thousand churches.
Sing to me with your silence and I will feel it
pulse against my eardrums like waves on a lonely
shore. I will let it lull me and soothe me 
and fill the lacks that have existed in me since
I began.

What do I know about this life but that all life is
and ever has been is a tapestry of moments. Moments
of good and moments of bad and in between the mixed
and melting of the two into each other. All we have
and all we can do with the time we’re here to wander
and meander around this beautiful ball of light and 
wonder and joy and heartbreak and aching of always
is to tie bits of ourselves to the moments that shape us.
Tie them and let them trail behind us like Just Married cans 
dangling off a rickety station wagon, windows freshly painted
with well-meaning congratulations in poorly formed cursive.
We are the sum of our moments, the equation that presented
itself without warning and never bothers to explain
why it is what it is. We are the moments, the ones
that matter and the ones that we don’t quite know what 
they mean. A ladybug lands to rest on my hand, another
finds its way to you and it matters not the time or 
space between the two. We are tied to these moments
and they are tied to us. Moments and they breathe as we
breathe.

What do I do with the wonder if you’re wondering too
and the lack of words when there’s a lack of ears
to hear them? What do I do with the rain when it falls on
me alone? What of the moments when we are together? The light
through the trees and the patterns of the last few remaining
leaves on your face, painted in shadow and highlighted
by sunset? I just know I’d rather wake to your face
and watch the light grow dimmer each morning into Winter
than an eternity of Summer mornings where the birds
know the lyrics to my favorite songs. 

I just know that it is you, all my moments have lead me to the
knowledge and understanding that it’s always been you
and will always be you and the moments I’ve needed to make are the very same that you’ve been needing to make. Be my ghost
and dance with me, fill the indention and let your silhouette
hold the hand of my shadow and walk away together.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

I adore this man.

http://www.npr.org/2011/09/02/140128595/bon-iver-on-world-cafe

INSIDE OUT.

http://blog.ted.com/2011/03/02/jr-makes-his-wish-a-global-art-project-to-turn-the-world-inside-out/


2011 TED Prize winner JR has made his wish: “I wish for you to stand up for what you care about by participating in a global art project. And together we’ll turn the world INSIDE OUT. 

New Bon Iver. Mint.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWcyIpul8OE + a breathtaking portrayal of iceland.

A beautiful composition

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=xdQxWVh6hjU#at=11

Tattoo by Todd Davis

“Try telling the boy who’s just had his girlfriend’s name cut into his arm that there’s slippage between the signifier and the signified.  Or better yet explain to the girl who watched in the mirror as the tattoo artist stitched the word for her father’s name (on earth as in heaven) across her back that words aren’t made of flesh and blood, that they don’t bite the skin.  Language is the animal we’ve trained to pick up the scent of meaning.  It’s why when the boy hears his father yelling at the door he sends the dog that he’s kept hungry, that he’s kicked, then loved, to attack the man, to show him that every word has a consequence, that language, when used right, hurts.”

(thank you Carmyn)

Hi. I'm leaving for awhile, YIPEE.

To be frank, I don't truly like sharing my thoughts via internet. I feel disconnected from the people I am sharing with and believe if they know me well enough to know, they will.

It frightens me a tad. 

Alas, I am doneskie. School is out for the summer, hallelujah. 

Really why I am writing is I am off to Asia. Whabam.

SO surreal.

AKA i shall not be blogging as I am not communicating using any form of technology except emails to my parents that will say:

"I am alive still. love you, don't fret"

(I am going alone)

And then yes, I shall be soaking up ms.sunshine and reading books that I (i wish capitalizing an i is more dramatic haha)

WANT to read. 

='s bliss.

I don't particularly want to re-cap my year right this momento for y'all. Why? 1. It has been the hardest year of my life. love always wins though 2. I would rather share with you over a cuppa tea. 

One thing I learned though: Whoever comes are the right people. Whatever happens is the only thing that could of. Whenever it starts is the right time. When it is over, it is over. 

My two songs that aided me during exam time(s). Christmas: To Build a Home - Cinematic Orchestra and Spring: Someone like you - Adele. 

I included a photo of two of the most beautiful people on earth and in heaven as they are a major reason why I am going to Laos. The reason why they inspire me is wrapped up in a bundle of memories that I keep in my heart (cheesy..I know). 

It's true. I would have to write for days in order to get to the (climatic) point where I could tell you why. 

Beautiful complication. 

The only expectation I have for my trip is I wish to sit on a street corner, observe and write for me. only me. 

Well, I am sending my deepest love and I can't wait to share whenst I return. 

Have a lovely three (.5) weeks.

Peace,

Marijke 

sHE's brOKen 

I met a wonderful new man! He’s fictional, but you can’t have everything.

people keep tellin me to put my feet on the ground
i get mad & scream/ there is no ground
only shit pieces from dogs horses & men who dont live
anywhere/ they tell me think straight & make myself
somethin/ i shout & sigh/ i am a poet/ i write poems/
i make words/ cartwheel & somersault down pages
outta my mouth come visions distilled like bootleg
whiskey/ i am like a radio but i am a channel of my own
i keep sayin i do this/ & people keep askin what am i gonna do
what the hell is goin on?

did somebody roll over the library witta atomic truck
did hitler really burn all the books/ it's true
nobody in the united states can read or understand
english anymore/  i must have been the last survivor of
a crew from mars/ this is where someone in brown cacky comes
to arrest me & green x-ray lights come outta my eyes & i
can leap over skyscrapers & fly into the night/ i can
be sure no one will find me cuz i am invisible to
ordinary human beings in the u.s.a./ there are no poets
who go to their unemployment officer/ sayin i wanna put
down my profession as 'poet'/ they are sure to send you to
another office/ the one for aid to totally dependent persons/

people keep tellin me these are hard times/ what are you gonna be
doin ten years from now/ what in the hell do you think/ i
am gonna be writin poems/ i will have poems/ inchin up the
walls of the lincoln tunnel/ i am gonna feed my children poems on
rye bread with horseradish/ i am gonna send my mailman off
with a poem for his wagon/ give my doctor a poem for his heart/
i am a poet/ i am not a part-time poet/ i am not an amateur
poet/ i dont even know what that person cd be/ whoever that
is authorizing poetry as an avocation/ is a fraud/
put yr own feet on the ground/ writers dont have to plan
another existence forever to live schizophrenically/ to
be jane doe & medea in one body/
i have had it/ i am not goin to grow up to be somethin else
i am goin to be ol & grey & wizened & wise as aunt mamie/
i am gonna write poems til i die & when i have gotten outta
this body i am gonna hang round in the wind & knock over
everybody who got their feet on the ground/ i'ma let you
run wild & leave a poem or two with king kong
in his aeroplane to drop pieces of poems
so you all will haveta come together/ just to figure out/
how you got so far away/ so far away from words
however/ did you capture language/ is a free thing.

~Ntozake Shange

This will BLOW your mind. fact.

YOUTUBE it up: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQ1LI-NTa2s&feature=player_embedded

The boy and the girl were standing face to face, dripping hood to dripping hood

I adore adele: 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_Zs7XS3XUo
Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know, something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then she will turn around and smile.

*title adapted from "the adoration" 
* photo: Vivean Mier 

What do I feel? do I feel? That’s laughable.

I feel so much, too much. Is that possible?

Another life, I could carry on.

Life haunts, life hurts.

A lot of highs, a lot of lows.

Oh winter,

Please go away. 

Fly.

"Love itself is what is left when being in love has burned away and this is both an art and a fortunate accident"

Back to the future: Irina Werning

"I love old photos. I admit being a nosey photographer. As soon as I step into someone else’s house, I start sniffing for them. Most of us are fascinated by their retro look but to me, it’s imagining how people would feel and look like if they were to reenact them today... A few months ago, I decided to actually do this. So, with my camera, I started inviting people to go back to their future.

2010 ONGOING PROJECT...
by the way, this project made me realise Im a bit obsessive..."

Check it out: http://irinawerning.com/back-to-the-fut/back-to-the-future/

I don't understand,

Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via annalsofyes)

Take Away Show

One of many, many beautiful take away shows, please watch and feel the love: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1tbX_NJn98

M.I.A.

music is love

Esperanza Spalding: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xfG-dJFbxc&feature=relmfu

Be-you-tiful.

 AND

(I hope)
you will..

With Love,

- M

Where you invest your love is the way you invest your life

Awake my soul: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DHWsKTSdS74

Held in the arms of your words.

A love so wild

that I would let you write poetry on my skin

even if you said you didn't wish to do it with your lips, or your tongue, or your teeth

you could use a pen and ink

and I would wait for you to finish

just...

make me the only thing you want to say/sing when you're alone.

- Brandon Wint

Mary Oliver

"Instructions for living a life.

Pay attention.

Be astonished.

Tell about it."

Little Things - Pomplamoose (amaZING cover)

Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DWrKztE92uY

I have a dream,

Some people aspire to go on a pancake tour. For those of you who don't know what a pancake tour is, please let me share! It's simple. One (or more, probably fun with more people) decide to travel across somewhere (say North America) hittin' up all the best pancake spots and ranking them along the way (ranking is optional, eating is not). Yum! Some of you may be inspired to do the whole Jack Kerouac (the novel: The Road) thang, hit up the road, stop at diner to diner, 'the pancake tour of North America.' BUT, it's apple pie and ice cream, that Sal, the book's narrator, consumed as he traveled across America. So really, one is not limited to just pancakes on a pancake tour. 


I aspire to go on a library tour of the world! These are the libraries I plan to visit (AKA spend countless days in) http://www.oddee.com/item_96527.aspx. Books are magical. fact. Libraries house this magic. tour ='s must. And, one is not limited to just books on a library tour....  


A song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23E9jsmQmso

hope is love

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable."

– C.S. Lewis

Happy Friday,

A finished week:

Finally

Render the role

Idle

Doneskie

At last 

Yah 

"When we're connected to others, we become better people."

Watch it: Randy Pausch - Last Lecture

" Wait long enough and people will surprise and impress. When you're pissed off at someone and you're angry at them, you just haven't given them enough time. Just give them a little more time and they almost always will impress you."
— Randy Pausch

So many choices,

HAHAHA: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bomkgXeDkE

"Life is a playground and I want someone who can play with me"

be at peace with your neighbors,

 Create

 a ripple effect
Say hi.
A strangers unexpected smile,
is sometimes better than one from someone you know
thank-you.
unexpected, cheerful
lady 

Check it out. it's beautiful.

A wonderful blog: http://hellanne.tumblr.com/

*thanks for the tip G. 

Calling all photographers,

Vivian Maier,

An amazing story of discovery,
of artistic brilliance.
Be inspired. 
Read up.

Watch a vid: http://www.good.is/post/people-are-awesome-amazing-unknown-chicago-street-photographer-s-work-discovered/
Blog: http://vivianmaier.blogspot.com/

Vancouver Art Gallery, Someone did not think through this usage of intials

"No body was available from the VAG to comment"

Thank-you Kaiza

Dance in the rain.

"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget."

A little bit of love.

A rather odd video, but a wonderful song nonetheless, 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmbX_W8FX2E

Any morning, every morning.

“Sunrise tantalize, evil eyes hypnotize: that is the morning, Congo pink.  Any morning, every morning. Blossomy rose-color birdsong air streaked sour with breakfast cookfires.  A wide plank of dirt—the so-called road—flat-out in front of us, continuous in theory from here to somewhere distant.”

- Barbara Kingsolver,

So it goes