"Bearing Witness is a trilogy concerned with how we, as a culture, watch ourselves, especially in moments of great emotional significance. With footage culled from mainstream media and television, the single-channel videos (The Eternal Quarter Inch, Somewhere only we know, The Burning Blue) distill moments of sincerity from perhaps insincere sources (televangelists, reality show contestants, screensavers, B-movies). The three single-channel videos each witness interstitial moments of imminence to challenge spectatorship in American televisual culture, continually shifting the role of the viewer between voyeur and participant."
I had a dream last night I dreamt that I was swimming And the stars up above Directionless and drifting Somewhere in the dark Were the sirens and the thunder And around me as I swam The drifters who'd gone under
Time, Love Time, Love Time, Love It's only a change of time
I had a dream last night And rusting far below me Battered hulls and broken hardships Leviathan and lonely I was thirsty so I drank And though it was salt water There was something 'bout the way It tasted so familiar
The black clouds I'm hanging This anchor I'm dragging The sails of memory rip open in silence We cut through the lowlands All hands through the saltlands The white caps of memory Confusing and violent
I had a dream last night And when I opened my eyes Your shoulder blade, your spine Were shorelines in the moonlight New worlds for the weary New lands for the living I could make it if I tried I closed my eyes I kept on swimming
“Last month, a few of us went on a field trip to Jorgensen Farm. There, we visited Val Jorgensen, our peppermint farmer. She showed us her green house and the field of Robert Mitchum peppermint we use to flavor our Backyard Mint ice cream. We got to visit with her chickens and sheep and clip some lavender to take home with us.”
The book of love is long and boring No one can lift the damn thing It's full of charts and facts and figures And instructions for dancing But I, I love it when you read to me And you, you can read me anything
The book of love has music in it In fact, that's where music comes from Some of it is just transcendental Some of it is just really dumb, but I, I love it when you sing to me, and You, you can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring And written very long ago It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes And things we're all too young to know, but I, I love it when you give me things And you, you ought to give me wedding rings
“About 10 months ago, Michel Gondry met West Coast singer-songwriter Mia Doi Todd at a party. “I really fell in love with her music,” he says. “It’s incredibly fragile, personal, and very elevated.” They became friends, and soon Todd penned a new tune, Open Your Heart, that Gondry thought would work perfectly with the color-coordinated choreography he’d been wanting to use.
After signing on to direct the video for Open Your Heart, Gondry went with Todd to scout locations in east Los Angeles. ‘Basically, L.A. is not made for humans. It’s a lot of concrete and cars passing by. It’s very blank, which is a great background to put all these people with colors.’ Next, they cast their stars. ‘I needed a group of people who could move together, but it would have been too affected if they were professional dancers. We found this marching band from Riverside Community College.’ Over three sunny days, Todd and 100 or so marching band members-turned-dancers brought Gondry’s vision to life.”
Sutro Baths opened March 14, 1896 with a $1 million price tag — an extravagant public bathhouse envisioned and developed by the eccentric one-time mayor of San Francisco, Adolph Sutro. After working its way through its many lives, it burned down while being demolished on June 26, 1966.”
'To Emma, in case of my sudden death. I have just finished this sketch of my species theory. If true, as I believe, it will be a considerable step in science. My most solemn last request is that you devote 400 pounds to its publication.'
'There is grandeur, if you look at every organic being as the lineal successor of some other form, now buried under thousands of feet of rock. Or else as a co-descendant, with that buried form, from some other inhabitant of this world more ancient still, now lost.
Out of famine, death and struggle for existence, comes the most exalted end we're capable of conceiving: creation of the higher animals! Our first impulse is to disbelieve — how could any secondary law produce organic beings, infinitely numerous,
characterized by most exquisite workmanship and adaptation? Easier to say, a Creator designed each. But there is a simple grandeur in this view — that life, with its power to grow, to reach, feel, reproduce, diverge, was breathed into matter in a few forms first
and maybe only one. To say that while this planet has gone cycling on according to fixed laws of gravity, from so simple an origin, through selection of infinitesimal varieties, endless forms most beautiful and wonderful have been, and are being, evolved.'
“Iambic pentameter is the rhythm of our English language and of our bodies -- a line of that poetry has the same rhythm as our heartbeat. A line of iambic pentameter fills the human lung perfectly, so it’s the rhythm of speech. One could say that it’s a very human sounding rhythm and Shakespeare used it to explore what it is to be human.”
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.