I’m always looking for it. Sometimes it comes easily, sometimes it doesn’t come at all. Every time I feel I have to start from scratch. - Arvo Part

Benjamin Francis Leftwich – Shine

May 8th, 2012

 

 

 


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Cally Whitham – Animal Portraits

April 26th, 2012

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Diego Stocco – Music from Nature

April 25th, 2012


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Glowing Man by Jacob Sutton

March 12th, 2012

GLOWING MAN from Jacob Sutton on Vimeo.


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Mary Ellen Mark Interview

March 10th, 2012

I appreciated her humility… Discovery is a gift.


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Black Herds of the Rain – Andrew Telling and Conor Harrington

February 28th, 2012

Black Herds Of The Rain from Andrew Telling on Vimeo.


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Road to Perdition Music Titles by Randy Newman

January 23rd, 2012

I haven’t seen this movie…yet. But I am in love with the title music.


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Snowmine – Live – The Hill

November 21st, 2011

A band from Brooklyn. I have no idea what they are singing. But it has a rather compelling groove.


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MOVE by Rick Merecki, Tim White, and Andrew Lees

October 6th, 2011

MOVE from Rick Mereki on Vimeo.


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Death, Be Not Proud – John Donne (1572 – 1631)

July 18th, 2011

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.


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