alphabeat

thanks to my good friend evan,
who is currently an internationally adventuring,
i have grown aware + full of adoration for a danish pop band named
alphabeat.

czech it out.

i am a child again

this german photographer + shop artist brings 
out childlike dreams
that wander aimlessly lost in grown up minds
probably camping out 
somewhere 
between the aisle of 
deadlines and to do lists.

it is a beautiful day

in the oa office, we have huge windows.

it makes me appreciate art + beauty + design.

i love it because it reminds me of the sweet outdoors,
dreams i've dreamt,
the unlimitability* of creativity,
and therefore the unlimited goodness of God.

thank you, Jesus, for the sun.

(*and for the unlimited creativity to create the word unlimitability)

kip + the gnarly whals

this week in short. kip showed us some explosive magnesium, which is a story to be continued. took a couple shots for the gnarly whals monday night. we also saw mobley, touring from somepaso, texas.

Wicker Park Final Scene

To Live in the Mercy of God

To Live in the Mercy of God

BY DENISE LEVERTOV

To lie back under the tallest

oldest trees. How far the stems

rise, rise

before ribs of shelter

open!

To live in the mercy of God. The complete

sentence too adequate, has no give.

Awe, not comfort. Stone, elbows of

stony wood beneath lenient

moss bed.

And awe suddenly

passing beyond itself. Becomes

a form of comfort.

Becomes the steady

air you glide on, arms

stretched like the wings of flying foxes.

To hear the multiple silence

of trees, the rainy

forest depths of their listening.

To float, upheld,

as salt water

would hold you,

once you dared.

.

To live in the mercy of God.

To feel vibrate the enraptured

waterfall flinging itself

unabating down and down

to clenched fists of rock.

Swiftness of plunge,

hour after year after century,

O or Ah

uninterrupted, voice

many-stranded.

To breathe

spray. The smoke of it.

Arcs

of steelwhite foam, glissades

of fugitive jade barely perceptible. Such passion—

rage or joy?

Thus, not mild, not temperate,

God’s love for the world. Vast

flood of mercy

flung on resistance.

hello, innovation.

Wood imaged post its with personal ring circles. Brilliant.

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