tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73589065528650000582012-02-16T13:08:41.271Znotes on the inevitable mainly when i'm bored to death:marla:http://www.blogger.com/profile/01146667720995270406noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358906552865000058.post-61344452221659250072008-05-04T00:22:00.002+01:002008-05-04T00:25:51.366+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2002/2462947636_46873097fb_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2002/2462947636_46873097fb_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >- do you remember how much you loved me? you say you have no room in that thick old head.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >------------ well it comes with the hurt and the guilt, and the memories. if i had to take them with me i would never get from my bed.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >- there's a crack in the roof where the rain pours through, that's the place you always decide to sit</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >------------ yeah I know, i'm there for hours, the water running down my face</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >- do you really think you keep it all that well hid?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >------------ no, but i travel light<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358906552865000058-6134445222165925007?l=maroonedmarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:http://www.blogger.com/profile/01146667720995270406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358906552865000058.post-58211114833764688362008-05-02T01:31:00.005+01:002008-05-04T00:21:54.660+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3257/2457480299_5ac504885e_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3257/2457480299_5ac504885e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><br />Susan Sontag, from her preface to "Don McCullin"<br /><br /><br /><br />03 October - 16 November 2008</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358906552865000058-5821111483376468836?l=maroonedmarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:http://www.blogger.com/profile/01146667720995270406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358906552865000058.post-87639341621371120612008-04-30T01:28:00.001+01:002008-04-30T01:32:41.488+01:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEVNoYFpLps&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEVNoYFpLps&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358906552865000058-8763934162137112061?l=maroonedmarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:http://www.blogger.com/profile/01146667720995270406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358906552865000058.post-6132912100034249022008-04-20T16:54:00.002+01:002008-04-20T16:57:50.625+01:00<span style="font-family:courier new;">To anyone who ever had an idea turned down; who went back to the drawing board after being told that it will never work, who could so easily have given up, but kept persevering; who knew that failure was just a part of the journey to success. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">A word of encouragement. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Keep going. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Keep going, for there's only one thing greater than an idea and that's a great idea. Do you believe in the power of dreams?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br />[honda advert]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358906552865000058-613291210003424902?l=maroonedmarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:http://www.blogger.com/profile/01146667720995270406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358906552865000058.post-41391394256764851722008-04-18T00:48:00.004+01:002008-04-18T00:53:06.323+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2422204064_89cc0e7963_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2422204064_89cc0e7963_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" > refuse to surrender, strung out until ripped apart,<br />who dares, who dares to condemn<br /><br />did<br />you<br />really<br />want<br /><br /><br />?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358906552865000058-4139139425676485172?l=maroonedmarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:http://www.blogger.com/profile/01146667720995270406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358906552865000058.post-78636206223522657622008-04-16T00:53:00.004+01:002008-04-16T21:38:58.011+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/2419540176_2897c4c5db_o.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/2419540176_2897c4c5db_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykFBe75IhHI"><span>you are the only thing in any room you're ever in<br />i'm stubborn, selfish and too old <span style="font-size:85%;">[from <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">starlings</span>]</span></span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358906552865000058-7863620622352265762?l=maroonedmarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:http://www.blogger.com/profile/01146667720995270406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7358906552865000058.post-87437598855495638662008-04-14T16:04:00.004+01:002008-04-14T16:34:17.503+01:00<span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><br />What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where your bones and mine are buried, thrown, uncovered, together. One of your ribs leans against my skull. A metacarpal of my left hand lies inside your pelvis. (Against my broken ribs your breast like a flower.) The hundred bones of your feet are scattered like gravel. It is strange that this image of our proximity, concerning as it does mere phosphate of calcium, should bestow a sense of peace. Yet it does.<br /><br />With you I can imagine a place where to be phosphate of calcium is enough.</span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >and our faces, my heart, brief as photos </span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >[</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >John Berger]</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7358906552865000058-8743759885549563866?l=maroonedmarla.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:marla:noreply@blogger.com1