Back in My Place

"All visuals captured in camera by back projecting the animated story into the breaths of the band. In the same way that you can see your breath on a cold day, we filmed at -1ºC (30ºF) to make the animations appear."

~ Wriggles & Robins

Moving
by Travis, from Where You Stand

Another day,
I feel the weight
of the atmosphere’s pressure
and I can’t escape

I try to run, I try to find my feet,
my soul is stickin' to the street;

I gotta move,
I gotta get myself
to clean my shoes
and take the scenic route

However far, I’m following a star
Home is anywhere you are

And everything is falling into place
And then we move again
So take the curve and move along
Until we’re gone, we’re moving on (and on and on and on...)

I feel alive, I am aware
of the colors in the sky where the birds don’t fly
And if the night is coming pretty soon
I’m walking through the dark with you

I’ve got to play
I’ve got to listen
to my toy today
on the motorway

And I could feel the ground
beneath my wheels,
putting me back in my place

Another day, another place
where I can find my way
take the Avenue A

And I know exactly where to go
Home is anywhere you stay

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See also: "Animated Music Video Filmed Through a Band’s Breath in Freezing Temperatures by Wriggles & Robins," Colossal, July 2, 2013

Passing through the World

"I attempted to create a person in order to emulate the aging process. The idea was that something is happening but you can't see it but you can feel it, like aging itself."

~ Anthony Cerniello

Danielle from Anthony Cerniello on Vimeo.

 

Fleshly Answers
by Rachel Hadas, from Halfway Down the Hall: New and Selected Poems

Doomed beauties, my companions, my familiars,
your long arms braceleted with snakes of danger,

a questions twines in all the undergrowth.
How can we tell the living from the dead?

Puvis de Chavanne’s tall pearly figures
dressed as sturdy Spartans at the chase

turn out to be pale paper dolls in space.
And how can we be sure that we’re alive?

Our bodies, aging, changing, slow and stiffen.
On flesh if not yet quite inert increasingly opaque,

bite or bruise or blemish pose the questions
Where have you been? What have you been doing?

My sister’s leg, scaled by a manic cat
nearly three years ago, still is scored and punctured.

Last September I picked blackberries
bare-armed; here are the scratches ten weeks later.

We are passing through the world.   
This is some of what is does to us.

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See also: Is This What Aging Really Looks Like? by Donna Sapolin of Next Avenue

Everyday Moments

"My poems tend to be going somewhere and they end when they get there."

~ Billy Collins

See also: "When Does Creativity Start And End?" NPR/TED, June 1, 2012

Little Bird

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living

e.e. cummings

[Discovered Little Bird at Brain Pickings.]

Who Burst Your Bubble?

Bubble
King Creosote & Jon Hopkins, from their collaborative album, Diamond Mine

I won't let you fall, as low as I been
I promise to crawl until I'm back on my feet
If something went wrong, just think of me
If something went wrong, don't you know I'd be here

So who's been unfair, who causes you sorrow?
And who's been unkind, who burst your bubble?
And who drags you down, down, down, down?
Who handed out lights?
And now I'm in trouble

I won't let you fall, As low as I been
I promise to crawl, Until I'm back on my feet
If something went wrong, just think of me
If something went wrong, don't you know I'd be here