Love The Questions II

Love the question as though rooms lit at night, never visited.

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Love The Questions

Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, [...]

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A Blessing

Ring the bells that still can ring, Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in. Leonard Cohen

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Paris in and after the rain

Having lived in Paris unfits you for living anywhere, including Paris. John Ashbery (quoted in The Last Avant-Garde by David Lehman)

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Fall Bouquet {and a button}

  Think in images, not sentences anymore or better, fill yourself with food-sounds against hollow silences. Colours are a kind of music and music pours a red-yellow wine here. Drink it.   Sit like a cat in the Sun, this warm December Sun that heals this warm December Sun that lights all dusty corners of [...]

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Thinking Deconstructivism in a Canyon

” In recent years , the modern understanding of social responsibility as functional program has been superseded by a concern for context. But contextualism has been used as an excuse for mediocrity, for a dumb servility within the familiar. Since deconstructivist architecture seeks the unfamiliar within the familiar, it displaces the context rather than acquiesce [...]

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Fall Bouquet

Fall Bouquet “El cariño que te tengo. Yo no lo puedo negar.“ Paris sun is the glow of her cafes. It is a dusk sun that burns in the night, the warmth of crowds, bright minds while shadows fall. Cigarette ambers, the heat of Bossanova bass in St. Germain. “Llego a Cueto, voy para Mayarí” Fallen [...]

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To Choose a Pair of Gloves

To choose a pair of gloves Is serious business. I place your brown leather small On top of mine It is as if you are protecting me A tender shelter for my hands Made of florentine winters cobblestones, morning trains, domes. It runs a bit short A black cashmere wrap, or the vulnerable clinging of [...]

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A Directive

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Wire Crochet Design Experiments

Wire Crochet tubular bracelet.  November 20, 2011. I have been busy conjuring up objects from wire. As architects, jewelry is the smallest realized design we can create. Next of course there are the futuristic 3D printers, but I like the analog character of crochet, using my hands, painting with metal and ending up with wearable [...]

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Murmurations {Seven Hundred Sixty Days)

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The Spoiled

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Shelter From The Storm

 

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The Spirit and the Scar

The story behind this photo: this was taken at Yoga One studio in San Diego while I was supposed to be in Downward Dog position. The orange curtains created the most intoxicating reflection on the wooden floor, and the real effect is ten times better that what I captured here.                                                                                                                                                                      The thing is, this effect is only [...]

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The Secret of the Lost Umbrella | Essay on Orange

I was recently reunited with luggage lost 45 days ago. Three items were missing: a bottle of Cinema Eau De Parfum by Yves Saint Laurent, a beloved collaged orange umbrella bought in Barcelona and a pair of Sketchers shoes. Go figure. Immediately i set out to substitute my lost umbrella. As said in one Law [...]

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Keys

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Meditations on the Sun and Moon

Meditations on the Sun and Moon Hurricane after silence, The Sun gives liberally – You cannot trap its warmth: Love cannot exist in a prison It is true But the Sun will always have her one Moon. Fences in the water are useless the water will continue to flow- You can take a horse to [...]

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Read The City

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St. Germain Afternoon

 

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Beyond Right and Wrong

Out beyond ideas of rightdoing and wrong doing There is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about language, ideas, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense. Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi مولانا جلال الدين محمد بلخى

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Full Moon Salutations

I am sorry For my jumbled mess of thoughts my contradictions my ash offerings I am sorry for my sterile hips for burning like a fallow candle for not fathoming your fullness (I salute it now). Penelope undoes at night her morning’s narrative. It changes with each day: two steps forward and one back is [...]

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Thinking With My Hands

“If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I’m neurotic as hell. I’ll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another  for the rest of my days.” Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 8   I have to thank my colleague Alan Rosenblum for [...]

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Getting Lost in Le Marais

The Dark Night of the Soul St John Of the Cross On a dark night, Kindled in love with yearnings–oh, happy chance!– I went forth without being observed, My house being now at rest. In darkness and secure, By the secret ladder, disguised–oh, happy chance!– In darkness and in concealment, My house being now at [...]

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Where Buildings are Concrete Poems

Passant, regarde ce grand arbre et à travers lui, il peut suffire.Car même déchiré, souillé, l’arbre des rues, c’est toute la nature, tout le ciel, l’oiseau s’y pose, le vent y bouge, le soleil y dit le même espoir malgréla mort. Philosophe, as-tu chance d’avoir arbre dans ta rue, tes pensées seront moins ardues, tes [...]

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Boulevards are Poems: Drink in Ideas

Balzac called the boulevards of Paris what the Grand Canal was to Venice, saying that whoever stepped onto them was lost to their charm: “on y boit des idees.’ (here people drink in ideas). Edmund White, The Flaneur … ” If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man,  then [...]

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Sketching at Bassam II {and two poems}

I want to share these two poems by Ilyas Abu Shabaku, which were given to me as a gift. Poetry is a candle in a dark room: our job in this life may just be to burn as bright as torches, as bright and as alive and loud as we can, for each glorious day we have [...]

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Beauty Of the Rain {Paris Days}

Everytime it rains in San Diego, I get giddy. I used to dislike rainy days but now, they are just…”Paris days.” The city acquires a new depth, a warm, poetic melancholy. That feeling of being inside a Caillebotte painting, where the real city, what I see, what i inhabit, what i fall into, is the image in the [...]

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Dialogues in an Echo Chamber

This drawing was inspired by this one , by my blogsister Ghadah Alkandari.

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Calling All the Heavens

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Sketchbloom’s mom, Paris, 1967.

P.S: It is November 1st and I once again joined NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month)- In their new home Blogher.com. This year I’m also on NaNoWriMo (30 days and nights of literary abandon!) Wish me Bonne Chance…

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