29 September 2010

a love letter from Kafka

wow....this kind of makes me love Kafka even more, he's having a bit of a neurotic dilemma isn't he? poor thing.

11 November, 1912

Fräulein Felice!

I am now going to ask you a favor which sounds quite crazy, and which I should regard as such, were I the one to receive the letter. It is also the very greatest test that even the kindest person could be put to. Well, this is it:

Write to me only once a week, so that your letter arrives on Sunday -- for I cannot endure your daily letters, I am incapable of enduring them. For instance, I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you. I belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough. But for this very reason I don't want to know what you are wearing; it confuses me so much that I cannot deal with life; and that's why I don't want to know that you are fond of me. If I did, how could I, fool that I am, go on sitting in my office, or here at home, instead of leaping onto a train with my eyes shut and opening them only when I am with you? Oh, there is a sad, sad reason for not doing so. To make it short: My health is only just good enough for myself alone, not good enough for marriage, let alone fatherhood. Yet when I read your letter, I feel I could overlook even what cannot possibly be overlooked.

If only I had your answer now! And how horribly I torment you, and how I compel you, in the stillness of your room, to read this letter, as nasty a letter as has ever lain on your desk! Honestly, it strikes me sometimes that I prey like a spectre on your felicitous name! If only I had mailed Saturday's letter, in which I implored you never to write to me again, and in which I gave a similar promise. Oh God, what prevented me from sending that letter? All would be well. But is a peaceful solution possible now? Would it help if we wrote to each other only once a week? No, if my suffering could be cured by such means it would not be serious. And already I foresee that I shan't be able to endure even the Sunday letters. And so, to compensate for Saturday's lost opportunity, I ask you with what energy remains to me at the end of this letter: If we value our lives, let us abandon it all.

Did I think of signing myself Dein? No, nothing could be more false. No, I am forever fettered to myself, that's what I am, and that's what I must try to live with.


28 September 2010

Lisbon lament

"What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial 
list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, 
a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of 
a human being thinking only of herself."

poetic licence

want them all...can't decide. overwhelmed with joy!

24 September 2010

weekend wishes

Have a lovely weekend, invisible readers! 

I have no idea what's in store for me exactly this weekend...many plans are vague at best, but I am absolutely looking forward to seeing and hearing one of my heroes in the flesh...Shaun Tan.  
He'll be drawing and talking and stuff, I don't really care what he does; I'm just thrilled at the thought of being in the same room with him!  
Expect a 'marvellous men' post about him soon.

The Red Tree is one of my favourite illustrated books

if only suburbia really looked like this!

Illustrations by splendid Shaun Tan.

23 September 2010

big love: la photocabine

I know I say this a lot...but just trust me, new favourite website;

turn the volume up, sit back and pretend you are in a photo booth in Paris...

22 September 2010


this entire outfit is perfect. it actually makes my head spin...that bag!

image via 'the Sartorialist' (of course!)

20 September 2010

big love: Dave Eggers

Not only is he super funny, super clever at writing and with a big 'ole heart (have you heard about the Superhero supply store in NYC? or the Pirate supply store in SanFran? the shops are merely a front, to hide a free tutoring and writing program for kids in the back offices....go here for more info on all the 'shops')
but now, one of my biggest crushes has put out a book of animal drawings called "It's right to draw their fur".
He describes it thus;

"This past year I went back to drawing animals. The process for these pictures is pretty simple: I find an old photo of an animal that somehow has some intrigue, and I use a China marker to freehand a version of that animal onto very smooth paper. Then I think of what that animal might be thinking — if that animal had an antagonistic relationship with humans and was vying with those humans for the favor of a Catholic God."
— D.E.

I am not even joking when I say that he makes the world a better place, because....he actually does.

19 September 2010

sonnets on a Sunday

because it's been a while, and because I want to stay in bed...

Sonnet XXXIX: Come, Sleep! 

Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,
Th' indifferent judge between the high and low.
With shield of proof shield me from out the prease
Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw:
O make in me those civil wars to cease;
I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.
Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,
A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light,
A rosy garland and a weary head:
And if these things, as being thine by right,
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,
Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.

-Sir Philip Sidney 

I want to go to there: Wuppertal, Germany

A series of 9 staircases by Horst Gläsker, each step is labelled with German words that express the possible stages of a relationship between two people. 

eg: staircase #4 is labelled;


come together

to seduce
to pine
to fall in love
to dance
kissing hands 
to get the tinglies
to flourish
to allow

here are the words found on the 5th staircase:

to leave


to weep
short circuit

more words and translations of the scalas here

16 September 2010

a really sweet old agoraphobic couple

two things: love

as Lane says to Rory and Jess; "aw..you two are like a really sweet old agoraphobic couple!" which is pretty much where my head is at right now.

15 September 2010

the exquisite book

In the long endless list of books I want...this has just climbed up top; based on the Surrealist's 'exquisite corpse' game, 100 artists work together over 144 folding pages to create this beauty, oh and Dave Eggers wrote the foreword...hello!

"Le cadavre exquis boira le vin nouveau"

les parapluies...

It rained so heavily yesterday, I sat on my verandah and watched and watched as the branches of little trees and delicate spring plants heaved under the weight of the water. The best bit? everything always looks so shiny and fresh after the rain...

if it rains like that today, I'm absolutely going to re-watch 'the umbrellas of Cherbourg'...just because.

twin fawns

photo by artist Peregrine Honig....read the beautiful and sad story behind the twins here

14 September 2010

speaking to you (from rock bottom)

Speaking to you
this hour
these days when
I have lost the feather of poetry
and the rains
of separation 
surround us tock
tock like Go tablets

Everyone has learned 
to move carefully

'Dancing' 'laughing' 'bad taste'
is a memory
a tableau behind trees of law

In the midst of love for you
my wife's suffering
anger in every direction
and the children wise
as tough shrubs
but they are not tough
--so I fear
how anything can grow from this

all the wise blood
poured from little cuts
down into the sink

this hour it is not
your body I want
but your quiet company

-Michael Ondaatje


My mind is jumping around a lot today, right now it is feeling a tad melancholy. It is raining outside. I think I'm going to sit on my back verandah with my dogs, have a cup of tea and a cigarette and listen to the rain.

Here is Fedor Jeftichew or "JoJo the dog-faced man''. Something about freak shows makes me want to cry. 
The photos of the people; quite often there is a quiet resilience or something else I can't quite put my finger on. But I find them quite noble in a way...don't even get me started on the bearded ladies, my complete fascination.

I think it's interesting that he was Russian, travelled around America and died in Thessaloniki when it was still under Ottoman rule.
I think it's heartbreaking that he had to bark and growl so people thought he actually was half-dog half-man. 

I would have liked to have a conversation with him.

13 September 2010


He is my favourite. I just saw Gran Torino, which confirmed my opinion.  I can't believe he's 80!

11 September 2010

girl crush: Francoise Hardy

It's been a while since my last 'wonderful women' post...so here's a real beauty for you, I just found out that she shares the same birthday with me too!
Been listening to her quite a bit as I sort through the chaos that is my room, and think about my future, and my present. Then I remember, 'I must practice applying black eye-liner like Francoise'.  No such luck.

She makes me want to learn French though.  


10 September 2010

red trees

hurrah! I received my Golden Half camera today!!! isn't she pretty? so tiny.

I think to begin with I'll  keep her for the sunny days...the only flash I have to attach is bigger than she is!
So excited for playtime.  Thank goodness Sydney is the city of sunshine.

8 September 2010

le petit pop-up

am feeling a tad faint with amazement....they've made a Le Petit Prince pop-up book?! only my favourite book of all time!



I have just died and gone to nerd heaven....found this card catalogue generator on the internets, naturally I used one of my favourite quotes from Frank to test it out.

more bookish goodies to follow...

7 September 2010

please pleat me

pleats, ruffles...pleats, light-as-a-feather fabric....heaven.

both dresses via Modcloth

6 September 2010

take a seat

gosh I love everyday objects given a new purpose!


a real hoot

I love this video, it was made by a teacher for his year 5 class...kinda makes me wish he was my teacher!

5 September 2010

dewey decimal deliciousness

Melly gave me this as part of my leaving-Londres present...it's so awesome I can't even explain it.
All I will say is; typewriter keys, Dewey Decimal, coffee....do you need much more? nope.



new favourite blog, Porter Hovey's awesome kissssing ...beautiful photos and film stills of lovers and choice (but not cheesey!) quotes on love. sigh.

4 September 2010

two things: green

Eleanor Grosch asparagus notecard, Doggles via pinterest

a natural born world-shaker

I know no one is perfect....but jee whiz, Paul Newman sure does come close eh?  Even with those white socks (below).
Have you even read/heard anyone say anything bad about him? Me neither, everyone who knew/worked with him adored him it seemed, and he famously adored his wife in return. sigh.

in the kitchen with Joanne

                                            on the set 1956

3 September 2010

colour me co-ordinated

Been home for a week and I still haven't unpacked my luggage...but jetlag has allowed me to organise most of my paperbacks in order of the colour spectrum, so thanks jetlag!


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