I love Marina Abramovic.
She makes me hurt.
She makes me think.
She makes me love.
She made me do it all at once.
x
Unending Love; Thoughts on a quiet afternoon
*This is an incredibly beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore that I happened to stumbled upon.
Make of it what you will but I feel different for having encountered these words,
x
Unending Love
I seem to have loved you, in numberless forms, numberless times,
In life after life, in age after age forever.
My spellbound heart has made and re-made the necklace of songs
that you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms
In life after life, in age after age forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together,
As i stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become the image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount
At the heart of time of love for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell -
Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found it’s end in you,
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
Like the light in the dark, I think I’m going to make it through the night.
Like the light in the dark, I think I’m going to make it through the night.
Sometimes when you stand alone is when you prosper.
At other times shining brightly renders you isolated.
You can’t win; just keep moving forward; progress; let the shadows fall as they may.
You never had control over such matters anyway.
Benoit Paillé and his illuminated landscapes speak the words I don’t really know how to say.
Benoit, we should have a tea together, by a fire, in a forest. One day x
The Museum of Broken Relationships
The Museum of Broken Relationships
A friend of mine is going through a bit of love induced drama and to make her feel a tad better I found her this; yet another of my treasured internet finds of late, I hope you like discovering this concept as much as me x
The Museum of Broken Relationships grew from a traveling exhibition revolving around the concept of failed relationships and their ruins. Unlike ‘destructive’ self-help instructions for recovery from failed loves, the Museum offers a chance to overcome an emotional collapse through creation: by contributing to the Museum’s collection.
Whatever the motivation for donating personal belongings – be it sheer exhibitionism, therapeutic relief, or simple curiosity – people embraced the idea of exhibiting their love legacy as a sort of a ritual, a solemn ceremony. Our societies oblige us with our marriages, funerals, and even graduation farewells, but deny us any formal recognition of the demise of a relationship, despite its strong emotional effect. In the words of Roland Barthes in A Lover’s Discourse: “Every passion, ultimately, has its spectator… (there is) no amorous oblation without a final theater.”
Should you feel the need to contribute your tokens of heartbreak you can find out how and much more here;
And Sarah; this bit of Nick Hornby is especially for you xx
“I don’t know you. The only thing I know about you is, you’re reading this. I don’t know if your happy or not; I don’t know whether you’re young or not. I sort of hope you’re young and sad. If you’re old and happy, I can imagine that you’ll smile to yourself when you hear me going, he broke my heart. You’ll remember someone who broke your heart, and you’ll think to yourself, oh yes, I remember how that feels. But you can’t, you smug old git. Oh you’ll remember feeling sort of plesantly sad. You might remember listening to music and eating chocolates in your room, or walking along the embankment on your own, wrapped up in a winter coat and feeling lonely and brave. But can you remember how with every mouthful of food it felt like you were biting into your own stomach? Can you remember the taste of red wine as it came back up and into the toilet bowl? Can you remember dreaming every night that you were still together, that he was talking to you gently and touching you, so that every morning when you woke up you had to go through it all over again?”
West of Memphis Stewed & Reviewed
Here are my published thoughts on the incredible documentary West of Memphis.
http://www.rmitcatalyst.com/film-review-west-of-memphis/
Reviewing West of Memphis has been a tad tricky for someone used to throwing sarcastic witticisms into their writing to distract readers from its lack of substance. This is a serious film with serious events, serious issues and serious things.
I am interested in serious things but if you’re a Steve Carrell fan (or into other Steve Carrell-like people which I am too unhip to know about) West of Memphis probably isn’t the film for you.
But if you like documentaries about injustice and other serious things stay with me while I put on my serious writing hat and review this compelling tale of injustice.
Directed by Amy Berg, West of Memphis tells the story of the West Memphis Three – the Arkansas teenagers wrongly convicted of the murders of three eight-year-old boys in 1993.
The film documents the twists and turns of their 18 year struggle for freedom, while also making comment on the concept of justice as applied in America today.
This somewhat long documentary – it runs for two-and-a-half hours – tells a tale involving official misconduct, police incompetence and the wilful prosecution of three teenagers living on the edge of society.
Referencing the Satanic influence which was originally believed to have inspired the murders, West of Memphis also comments on the role public perception and outrage played in fuelling the suspicion around and eventual prosecution of the West Memphis Three.
Ultimately, West of Memphis is a depiction of the fragile notion of justice in the face of incomprehensible acts.
If all of this is not enough incentive for you, mentioning the West Memphis Three in bars (which you will probably enter to drown your sorrows after having witnessed West of Memphis) will probably impress people and at two-and-a-half hours long, it’s also a suitable procrastination tool.
I believe people call that win-win.
Louella Fitzsimmons
If you’re interested here’s the trailer for West of Memphis,
Hope it all gets you thinking x
Marina Abramovic Meets Ulay
This is love.
This is all there is. Ever was. Ever ours.
“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”
“En los años 70, Marina Abramovic mantuvo una intensa historia de amor con Ulay. Pasaron 5 años viviendo en una furgoneta realizando toda clase de performances. En 1988, cuando su relación ya no daba para más, decidieron recorrer la Gran Muralla China, empezando cada uno de un lado, para encontrarse en el medio, abrazarse y no volver a verse nunca más. En 2010 el MoMa de Nueva York dedicó una retrospectiva a su obra. Dentro de la misma, Marina compartía un minuto en silencio con cada extraño que se sentaba frente a ella. Ulay llegó sin que ella lo supiera, y esto fue lo que pasó”
I think this is one of the most beautiful moments I have ever seen.
I hope it changes your day a little too x
A pretty picture for a quiet Monday
In between time intensive job applications I’ve been wandering around the internet stumbling upon beautiful things. This is one of them. It makes me feel hopeful, nostalgic, lost and found all at once. Beth Hoeckel you’re amazing x
