Inspirations
Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)- by Arcade Fire
"And if the snow buries my
My neighborhood
And if my parents are crying
Then I'll dig a tunnel
From my window to yours
Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours
You climb out the chimney
And meet me in the middle
The middle of the town
And since there's no one else around
We let our hair grow long
And forget all we used to know
Then our skin gets thicker
From living out in the snow
You change all the lead
Sleeping in my head
As the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn
Then we tried to name our babies
But we forgot all the names that
The names we used to know
But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms
And our parent's bedrooms
And the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents
Well, what ever happened to them
You change all the lead
Sleeping in my head to gold
As the day grows dim
I hear you sing a golden hymn
The song I've been trying to sing
Purify the colors, purify my mind
Purify the colors, purify my mind
And spread the ashes of the colors
Over this heart of mine!"
"Scenes From an Impending Marriage" - by Adrian Tomine
http://boingboing.net/2011/02/01/adrian-tomines-scene.html
This is a piece of writing on the subject of love by the poet Maria Rainer Rilke- 1904.
To love is good, too: love being difficult.
For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most
difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the
work for which all other work is but preparation.
For this reason young people, who are beginners in everything, cannot yet know love: they have to learn it.
With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered close about
their lonely, timid, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love.
But learning-time is always a long, secluded time, and so loving,
for a long while ahead and far on into life, is--solitude, intensified
and deepened loneness for him who loves.
Love is at first not anything that means merging, giving over, and
uniting with another (for what would a union be of something unclarified
and unfinished, still subordinate--?), it is a high inducement to the
individual to ripen, to become something in himself for another's sake,
it is a great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out
and calls him to vast things.
"For Once in My Life" - by Stevie Wonder
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vxVyaYuGYE