Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
In Vietnam, toilets can retire and still find love.
Roses in the street aren't the same thing as rubbish.
When you're walking through the fish market...
...sometimes it's better to not look up.
You've got to feel sorry about something or other, but sometimes the cracks are my favourite part.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Because Butoh is about disappearing, that is why a form is left behind -- The disappearing history of the flesh trails behind the metropolis of the flesh -- In our body, there is something that sometimes goes astray, and sometimes surfaces.
-- Najakima Natsu, Butohist
Friday, September 30, 2011
"Bev, it's easy in this crudely driven city to betray what is delicate
and what is deep. I'm writing 'delicate' and 'deep' to you because they're exhausted
words and to avoid them now I know would be a greater betrayal."
-- Dinah Hawken, from 'Writing Home'
Monday, September 12, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Is this cat made of light? Yes,
made of light, just like the far side of my face.
And the sofa, woven storm, is a background to pet against,
to pet light, light against light,
and ears with which to hear the fight.