September 2010
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Sep 13th
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Sep 13th
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Sep 12th
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Sep 7th
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WatchWatch
… and a taste for Kin Dza Dza! [clic the Google video button for a better view]
Sep 7th
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Sep 7th
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Sep 7th
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Sep 7th
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Sep 7th
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Sep 4th
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Sep 4th
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Sep 4th
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“When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat; when we see children in a moment when they are really children, when we know love in our own hearts; or when, like the Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash - at such times the awakening, the turning inside...
Sep 4th
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Sep 2nd
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WatchWatch
In complement, the movie L’homme qui plantait des arbres, (given in Public domaine). Here on dotsub, available in several languages.
Sep 1st
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Sep 1st
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Sep 1st
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Sep 1st
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“breaking the dead branches thinking of nothing”
– Santoka Taneda (via yama-bato)
Sep 1st
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August 2010
110 posts
Aug 30th
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Aug 30th
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People without hope not only don’t write novels, but what is more to the point, they don’t read them. They don’t take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage. The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience. — Flannery O’Connor in Mystery and manners: occasional prose (Ed. by Sally and Robert Fitzgerald, 1969) ...
Aug 30th
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A Story That Could Be True
yama-bato: If you were exchanged in the cradle and your real mother died without ever telling the story then no one knows your name, and somewhere in the world your father is lost and needs you but you are far away. He can never find how true you are, how ready. When the great wind comes and the robberies of the rain you stand on the corner shivering. The people who go by— ...
Aug 30th
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