Tag Archives: My Museum of Inspiration

Dead Man: Death, Poetry, and Music in the old west.

Posted on November 19, 2015 by randomyriad

Jim Jarmusch’s movie Dead Man is a blending of surreal scenes, beautifully understated acting, and the haunting music of Neil Young’s solo guitar, and it tells the story of William Blake, an accountant from Ohio, who comes to the edge … Continue reading →

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Video: How to be Alone

Posted on November 8, 2015 by randomyriad

Originally posted on Vox Populi:
A video by fiimmaker Andrea Dorfman and poet/singer/songwriter Tanya Davis. Davis wrote the poem and performed in the video which Dorfman directed, shot, animated by hand and edited. The video was shot in Halifax, Nova Scotia.…

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1982: Science in Songs

Posted on September 13, 2015 by randomyriad
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Irrigation Canal Codex by Luis Alberto Urrea

Posted on August 24, 2015 by randomyriad

Originally posted on synthetic zerØ:
Y los muchachos cling to the cantina’s jukebox heart, sing: we never go nowhere we never see nothing but work: these fingers bleed every daylong day, aching from la joda of the harvest– y la…

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Tilda Reads Rumi So Perfectly

Posted on July 26, 2015 by randomyriad

Tilda Swinton can read anything for me anytime she wants to. I would even listen to 50 Shades of Gray or Ayn Rand, if she would only breathe her magic into them. How does a woman enter poetry and live … Continue reading →

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