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<rss version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>notes toward the production of the film Leaves
a David McDougall film</description><title>Cryptic Messages About Leaves</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @crypticmessagesaboutleaves)</generator><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"Children of her type contrive the purest philosophies. Ada had worked out her own little system. An..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Children of her type contrive the purest philosophies. Ada had worked out her own little system. An individual’s life consisted of certain classified things: ‘real things’ which were unfrequent and priceless, simple ‘things’ which formed the routine stuff of life; and ‘ghost things,’ also called ‘fogs,’ such as fever, toothache, dreadful disappointments, and death. Three or more things occurring at the same time formed a ‘tower,’ or if they came in immediate succession, they made a ‘bridge.’ ‘Real towers’ and ‘real bridges’ were the joys of life, and when the towers came in a series, one experienced supreme rapture; it almost never happened, though. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The classical beauty of clover honey, smooth, pale, translucent, freely flowing from the spoon and soaking my love’s bread and butter in liquid brass. The crumb steeped in nectar.&lt;br/&gt;
“Real thing?” he asked.&lt;br/&gt;
“Tower,” she answered.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vladimir Nabokov, &lt;i&gt;Ada, or Ardor&lt;/i&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://petitchou.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;petitchou&lt;/a&gt;) (via &lt;a href="http://tragos.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;tragos&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and, because I can’t repeat it often enough, go here to see more of the mysteries of&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ada/Nabokov at work: &lt;a href="http://www.ada.auckland.ac.nz/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Ada or Ardor:The Complete Annotated Ada&lt;/a&gt; ADAonline combines the text of Vladimir Nabokov’s longest and richest novel, in one frame, and in another, annotations and fore- and afternotes to each chapter by Brian Boyd, hyperlinked to each other and to a third frame incorporating supplementary materials, especially pictorial illustrations and a list of verbal and thematic Motifs in the novel.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://travellinglight.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;travellinglight&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/287798413</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/287798413</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 14:21:28 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Here it is almost summer. The trees of Paris are the green as we used to long for this past winter,..."</title><description>“Here it is almost summer. The trees of Paris are the green as we used to long for this past winter, and already we can feel the precocious burning of the August sun, the falls of autumn, the bare branches of December.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Excerpt from “Mélancolie du cinéma” by Robert Desnos (via &lt;a href="http://aclockwithouthands.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;aclockwithouthands&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/231826773</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/231826773</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 08:19:29 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>fuckyeahsubtitles:

Cría cuervos (1976) (via scarymansion)
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks012lXnhn1qzgyxho1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahsubtitles.tumblr.com/post/228713246/cria-cuervos-1976-via-scarymansion" target="_blank"&gt;fuckyeahsubtitles&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cría cuervos&lt;/i&gt; (1976) (via &lt;a href="http://scarymansion.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;scarymansion&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/228944471</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/228944471</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 11:55:55 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>aclockwithouthands:

SEPTEMBRE (QUEL JOLI TEMPS): BARBARA
</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/215666957/tumblr_kq5g7qn76w1qztpae&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://aclockwithouthands.tumblr.com/post/190736480/septembre-quel-joli-temps-barbara" target="_blank"&gt;aclockwithouthands&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;SEPTEMBRE (QUEL JOLI TEMPS): BARBARA&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/215666957</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/215666957</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 14:54:09 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Sleep took your imprint
and the color of your eyes."</title><description>“Sleep took your imprint&lt;br/&gt;
and the color of your eyes.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;“XIV” by Paul Éluard (via &lt;a href="http://aclockwithouthands.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;aclockwithouthands&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/200364754</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/200364754</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 17:11:11 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Beat Happening - Indian Summer</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/189716133/tumblr_kp2wfhANRd1qz8x4k&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beat Happening - Indian Summer&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/189716133</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/189716133</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 19:12:53 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Cinema is by now a part of our memory. It is an attempt to rebuild our imperfect memories."</title><description>“Cinema is by now a part of our memory. It is an attempt to rebuild our imperfect memories.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinema-scope.com/cs25/int_grissemann_garrel.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Philippe Garrel&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/189001336</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/189001336</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 22:24:02 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Right now" is the new "Later".</title><description>&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://all.ronenv.com/" target="_blank"&gt;ronen-v&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/187768267</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/187768267</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 12:07:56 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"That catastrophic situation which neither
Victory not defeat can annul; to be
  Deaf yet determined..."</title><description>“That catastrophic situation which neither&lt;br/&gt;
Victory not defeat can annul; to be&lt;br/&gt;
  Deaf yet determined to sing,&lt;br/&gt;
To be lame and blind yet burning for the Great Good Place,&lt;br/&gt;
To be radically corrupt yet mournfully attracted&lt;br/&gt;
  By the Real Distinguished Thing.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;W.H. Auden (via &lt;a href="http://rcjohnso.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;rcjohnso&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/187744384</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/187744384</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 11:29:58 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"We said we’d keep in touch. But touch is not something you can do from a distance.Touch is not..."</title><description>“We said we’d keep in touch. But touch is not something you can do from a distance.Touch is not something you can keep; as soon as it’s gone, it’s gone. We should have said we’d keep in words, because they are all we can string between us — words on a telephone line, words appearing on a screen.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;From “Breaking and Entering” by David Levithan (via &lt;a href="http://marthaq.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;marthaq&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/182912794</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/182912794</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 12:21:15 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>singmeamorning:

Jenny Holzer, Projections, Dublin 2006</title><description>&lt;img src="http://6.media.tumblr.com/qk0YMq0pTqw5tcntjbMpXUndo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://singmeamorning.tumblr.com/post/158643311/jenny-holzer-projections-dublin-2006" target="_blank"&gt;singmeamorning&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.jennyholzer.com/list.php" target="_blank"&gt;Jenny Holzer&lt;/a&gt;, Projections, Dublin 2006&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/182452571</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/182452571</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 21:58:11 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>John Cale - All of My Friends (LCD Soundsystem cover)</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/182165541/qs0af1hGfr237j8z8jiK9IIV&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;John Cale - All of My Friends (LCD Soundsystem cover)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/182165541</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/182165541</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 15:03:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Learn not to play your instrument."</title><description>“Learn not to play your instrument.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Calvin, Tobi, Kurt&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via Jane Dark: &lt;a target="_blank" title="jane dark's sugarhigh!: here are three chords (chapter three excerpt)" href="http://janedark.com/2009/04/here_are_three_chords_chapter.html"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a target="_blank" title="jane dark's sugarhigh!: i don't wanna, i don't think so (chapter three excerpt)" href="http://janedark.com/2009/09/i_dont_wanna_i_dont_think_so_c.html"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/181227092</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/181227092</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 12:01:21 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>animaexmachina:

catferreira:

definatalie:

by  Roland...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://20.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpatkb0sIa1qznvc7o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://animaexmachina.tumblr.com/post/178092175/catferreira-definatalie-by-roland-tiangco" target="_blank"&gt;animaexmachina&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://catferreira.tumblr.com/post/177228310/definatalie-by-roland-tiangco-via-fubiz" target="_blank"&gt;catferreira&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://definatalie.tumblr.com/post/177158467/by-roland-tiangco-via-fubiz" target="_blank"&gt;definatalie&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;by  &lt;a href="http://www.rolandtiangco.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Roland Tiangco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[via &lt;a href="http://www.fubiz.net/2009/08/31/dirt-poster/" target="_blank"&gt;Fubiz&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/178951826</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/178951826</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 14:35:59 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>madlangbayan:
The Course of Empire: Destruction (1836) by Thomas...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kouc4ck2X61qzx1npo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://madlangbayan.tumblr.com/post/172237203/the-course-of-empire-destruction-1836-by-thomas" target="_blank"&gt;madlangbayan&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;The Course of Empire: Destruction (1836) by Thomas Cole&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/178908200</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/178908200</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 13:21:05 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Primitive society had its masks, bourgeois society its mirrors. We have our images. We believe we..."</title><description>“Primitive society had its masks, bourgeois society its mirrors. We have our images. We believe we can overpower the world with technology. But through technology, the world has imposed itself on us and the surprise effect generated by that reversal has been considerable. You think you photograph a particular scene for the pleasure it gives. In fact it’s the scene that wants to be photographed. You’re merely an extra in the production.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.egs.edu/faculty/baudrillard/baudrillard-photographies.html" target="_blank"&gt;Jean Baudrillard&lt;/a&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://syntheticpubes.com/" target="_blank"&gt;syntheticpubes&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/177248496</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/177248496</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 14:03:58 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"We learn to live without passion.
To be reasonable. We go hungry
amid the giant granaries
this world..."</title><description>“We learn to live without passion.&lt;br/&gt;
To be reasonable. We go hungry&lt;br/&gt;
amid the giant granaries&lt;br/&gt;
this world is. We store up plenty&lt;br/&gt;
for when we are old and mild.&lt;br/&gt;
It is our strength that deprives us.&lt;br/&gt;
Like Keats listening to the doctor&lt;br/&gt;
who said the best thing for&lt;br/&gt;
tuberculosis was to eat only one&lt;br/&gt;
slice of bread and a fragment&lt;br/&gt;
of fish each day. Keats starved&lt;br/&gt;
himself to death because he yearned&lt;br/&gt;
so desperately to feast on Fanny Brawne.&lt;br/&gt;
Emerson and his wife decided to make&lt;br/&gt;
love sparingly in order to accumulate&lt;br/&gt;
his passion. We are taught to be&lt;br/&gt;
moderate. To live intelligently.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;“The Danger of Wisdom” by Jack Gilbert (via &lt;a href="http://aclockwithouthands.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;aclockwithouthands&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/169299123</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/169299123</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 21:22:11 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Films today show only a dream world and have lost touch with the way people really are. In this..."</title><description>“Films today show only a dream world and have lost touch with the way people really are. In this country, people die at 21. They die emotionally at 21, maybe younger. My responsibility as an artist is to help people get past 21.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;john cassavetes (via &lt;a href="http://touchtouchpublishing.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;mb&lt;/a&gt;) (via &lt;a href="http://flamelikeme.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;flamelikeme&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/166993880</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/166993880</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 22:52:18 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Take away the important parts</title><description>&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Oblique_Chirps/status/2622021898"&gt;Take away the important parts&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/161523347</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/161523347</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 17:03:19 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"My only wish is that this work will exist and endure beyond my character as a human being."</title><description>“My only wish is that this work will exist and endure beyond my character as a human being.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" title="Norwegian Wood - Afterword" href="http://selfdivider.com/base/?p=317"&gt;Haruki Murakami&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/151729935</link><guid>http://crypticmessagesaboutleaves.tumblr.com/post/151729935</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 14:34:37 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
