Archive for the '5. do' Category

Awake

Saturday, December 9th, 2017

So, what would our natural rhythm look like? What would our sleeping patterns be in the sort of ideal sense? Well, it turns out that when people are living without any sort of artificial light at all, they sleep twice every night. They go to bed around 8:00 p.m. until midnight and then again, they sleep from about 2:00 a.m. until sunrise. And in-between, they have a couple of hours of sort of meditative quiet in bed. And during this time, there’s a surge of prolactin, the likes of which a modern day never sees. The people in these studies report feeling so awake during the daytime, that they realize they’re experiencing true wakefulness for the first time in their lives.

Jessa Gamble

Unconscious

Sunday, December 3rd, 2017

I think that movies are made from the unconscious of the filmmakers, not out of their ego. A good movie comes unconsciously to me.

Luca Guadagnino

This Guy

Sunday, November 19th, 2017

As we say our goodbyes, Mary the dog trots off down the corridor to pay some visits and Silverman asks if we can hug. I mention that she seems happy, glowing, in fact. Why?

“This is going to sound obnoxious,” she replies, “but Mom always said be your own best friend, and I really, really mastered that. There is no one I’d rather hang out with,” she points at herself, “than this guy.”

Sophie Heawood

Let’s See

Friday, August 18th, 2017

A farmer and his son had a beloved stallion who helped the family earn a living. One day, the horse ran away and their neighbours exclaimed, “Your horse ran away, what terrible luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”
A few days later, the horse returned home, leading a few wild mares back to the farm as well. The neighbours shouted out, “Your horse has returned, and brought several horses home with him. What great luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”
Later that week, the farmer’s son was trying to break one of the mares and she threw him to the ground, breaking his leg. The villagers cried, “Your son broke his leg, what terrible luck!” The farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”
A few weeks later, soldiers from the national army marched through town, recruiting all the able-bodied boys for the army. They did not take the farmer’s son, still recovering from his injury. Friends shouted, “Your boy is spared, what tremendous luck!” To which the farmer replied, “Maybe so, maybe not. We’ll see.”

Pollutionism

Wednesday, May 24th, 2017

Nearly 9,500 people die each year in London because of air pollution.

The Guardian

How many people are killed by terrorist attacks in the UK?

The Telegraph

Do Your Thing

Sunday, May 21st, 2017

Do your thing
Be fancy-free to call the tune you sing

Don’t give up
That’s not the way to win a loving cup

Do your best
And opportunity will do the rest

Don’t give in
Capitulation is the greatest sin

Do what’s right
What’s right for you to do with all your might

Don’t regret
What might have been you might as well forget

Stand your ground
And while you’re standing there be duty-bound

Learn to wait
And while you’re waiting learn to concentrate

Make amends
All enemies I call potential friends

Calm your fears
And hope to cope at least a hundred years

Make your mark
If need be even make it in the dark

Mum’s the word
My sage advice pretend you haven’t heard

Moondog

No Idea

Wednesday, May 17th, 2017

I have no ideas about what the paintings imply about the world. I don’t think that’s a painter’s business. He just paints paintings without a conscious reason.

Jasper Johns

Idle

Saturday, February 4th, 2017

That man is idle who can do something better.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Miracle

Tuesday, January 5th, 2016

There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.

Albert Einstein

Yin & Yang

Monday, July 27th, 2015

In the dark street light
of Hornsey Lane Bridge
(aka Suicide Bridge)
a boy sits quietly
on the pavement

I tell the police

1/2 an hour later
in the bright lights of an underground train
friends laugh loudly
a ring appears
a guy proposes

I tell a friend