Saturday, October 31, 2009

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Out the back window of the bus
streets twist and climb, buildings part and then-
the sunrise.

the huge blood-orange half-sun, climbing over the horizon
the pinkish-lavender hues of the sky
the early morning city smog
the river sparkling white and the bridge,
illuminated with a thousand twinkling headlights
its bases disappearing in tendrils of fog.
the farine five roses sign, ledgible in the midst of it all,
soflty blinking red and more red.
Montréal in all its beauty.

lazybones


she once was a true love of mine.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Sunday, October 25, 2009

wanderlust

if only.


John Irving

Jack and his mom went on standing in the sea of girls, until the girls’ rides had come and gone, and those on foot had left not even the sound of their shoes behind, or their intimidating but stimulating laughter. However, there was still enough warmth in the early-fall air to hold their scent, which Jack reluctantly inhaled and confused with perfume. With most of the girls at St. Hilda’s, it was not their perfume that lingered in the air; it was the smell of the girls themselves, which Jack Burns would never grow used to or take for granted. Not even by the time he left grade four.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Friday, October 23, 2009

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Friday, October 16, 2009

Vertigo

Bark Bark Bark - I Love You But I Don't (Reprise) from Jacob Safari on Vimeo.

Created by Jacob Safari
Clips are from the film The Birds, by Alfred Hitchcock

Official video for I Love You But I Don't, from Bark Bark bark. Available digitally and physically on Tour Girlfriends from Retard Disco, 2009.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Spotting pink cheeks - w4w

Back to school cool 
I see you everywhere 
I hear you're single 
I think you should go dancing friday 
I'll say hi this time 
promise 

wednesday.


Saturday, October 10, 2009

Friday, October 9, 2009

mantra

I have nothing to prove.
I have nothing to prove.
I have nothing to prove.

walk with me


Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Lou Reed and David Bowie, 1973.