monmec

blue piece

monmec — Mon, 16 Mar 2020 20:13:09 +0000

mai

monmec — Wed, 23 May 2018 19:11:08 +0000

sous les pavés, la plage

this morning

monmec — Fri, 24 Mar 2017 07:50:14 +0000

sophrosyne and vorfreude

source: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/5gtb3r/:LdvWNOrK:Pae@dycn/www.highexistence.com/theres-a-word-for-that-25-expressions-you-should-have-in-your-vocabulary/2

t m f . . . XVII

monmec — Sat, 06 Feb 2016 17:52:09 +0000

<And I thought of Auden’s line the next time I rode alone along Van Dyke, which does not remind me of her at all: “Hearts that we broke long ago have long been breaking others”> Lawrence Osborne – … Continue reading →

like smoke

monmec — Fri, 01 Jan 2016 01:40:33 +0000

prague, 2015

happiness is like smoke
-you got to keep on making it-
in order to see it.

report from the interior

monmec — Sun, 27 Dec 2015 17:30:56 +0000

“NOVEMBER 17: To tell the truth, I really don’t mind being here. Uprooting myself so much. . . in the past few years, I’ve achieved an equilibrium with my environment: indifference, or to put it better, calm – all places are both good & bad; the important thing is to go about the business of living, to fulfill the inner imperatives that keep me going. About America, the place is such a festering infection, a great boil of troubles . . . it’s quite exciting to be around.”
[. . .]

“Simply try to live as best you can, now, with whatever your life consists of. I think the closest man can come to the feeling of eternity is by living in the present . . . ”

Paul Auster – Report from the Interior, pg. 227, pg. 238

my eyes would be open a little better

monmec — Sun, 27 Dec 2015 17:11:29 +0000

yes, I know…

Nina Simone – An Historical Perspective by Peter Rodis from Nina Simone on Vimeo.

Auggie Wren’s Christmas Story

monmec — Fri, 25 Dec 2015 17:25:38 +0000

this still is my favorite Christmas Story, it is.
thank you mr. Wren!

i’m new. . .here

monmec — Thu, 12 Nov 2015 05:38:17 +0000

I’m New Here

I did not become someone different
That I did not want to be
But I’m new here
Will you show me around

No matter how far wrong you’ve gone
You know we’ve turned around

Met a woman in a bar
Told her I was hard to get to know
And near impossible to forget
She said I had an ego on me
The size of Texas
Well I’m new here and I forget
Does that mean big or small

No matter how far wrong you’ve gone
You know we’ve turned around

And I’m shedding plates like a snake
And it may be crazy but I’m
The closest thing I have
To a voice of reason

Turn around, turn around, turn around
And you may come full circle
And be new here again

november

monmec — Thu, 05 Nov 2015 08:37:24 +0000

“November” is track #2 on the album Beautiful Maladies: The Island Years.
It was written by Tom Waits.

No shadow
No stars
No moon
No cars
November
It only believes
In a pile of dead leaves
And a moon
That’s the color of bone

No prayers for November
To linger longer
Stick your spoon in the wall
We’ll slaughter them all

November has tied me
To an old dead tree
Get word to April
To rescue me

November’s cold chain
Made of wet boots and rain
And shiny black ravens
On chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
You’re my firing squad
November

With my hair slicked back
With carrion shellac
With the blood from a pheasant
And the bone from a hare

Tied to the branches
Of a roebuck stag
Left to wave in the timber
Like a buck shot flag

Go away you rainsnout
Go away, blow your brains out
November