Secret Vespers

Goggles

Somerled — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 05:05:16 +0000

What is the lens through which you see the world, and can you imagine a view of the world without one? Would you want to?

Hot Air Balloons

Somerled — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 05:05:59 +0000

Perhaps the right kind of material can absorb enough light to heat the air inside it: hot air balloons that need no fuel.

Beloved Hat

Somerled — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 05:05:17 +0000

Have you ever had a favorite thing that everyone you knew, plus maybe some strangers too, always told you really wasn’t a good idea? Did you give it up, keep it in spirit, or defy the world?

What do you think of the classic advice that it is best to let go of the things you love?

Half

Somerled — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 05:05:34 +0000

One way to look at ideas, including ideas about what you know, is to see they are all wrong, all dangerous. Perhaps in mathematics, ideas can be right, but at least still dangerous. What idea has been proven wrong, that you wish were still open?

How to Approach Forces

Somerled — Mon, 25 Aug 2008 05:05:46 +0000

Have you ever found yourself doing contortions for the sake of staying in the same spot? And then maybe set yourself free, only to find you were more like you, the farther you let the action carry you?

One Leaf Only

Somerled — Fri, 22 Aug 2008 05:05:12 +0000

Have you ever persisted at something that had no hope, no support but one tiny, bright ray of light? How long can such a light sustain you?

Broken Wine Glass

Somerled — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 16:22:49 +0000

I am fooling around with incompleteness, missing parts of images, text that sounds displaced. Have you ever caught yourself doing something the most painful, harmful way?

Dandelions

Somerled — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 05:05:35 +0000

The dandelions flower, and for a few days their spores are like snow. The air is smelling crisp, sometimes you can sense the winter coming. Summer is ending.

What is the most doomed you have ever felt? Is this the autumn of our species?

Lovesick? Lovelorn?

Somerled — Sun, 17 Aug 2008 22:18:01 +0000

There is a new section at Secret Vespers, called Lovesick. It is devoted to the passionate moments and affairs you are doomed to lose forever, to the desires you can barely name. It is devoted to the crushing realization that there is nothing you can fix, that there is no way to get that feeling back, that there is a world of dreams never to come true. And that they are all beautiful.

Lovesick is a series of confessions to the Internet. Each one is posted live. Each one attempts to capture the loss or impossible fantasy of a lovesick, sleep-deprived character.

I want to meet you without ever planning

Somerled — Sun, 17 Aug 2008 19:09:18 +0000

I want to meet you without ever planning to meet, sit next to you on the subway and get off at the wrong stop. We’ll change our clothes, buy five dollar outfits and chase cats through alleys, steal the cameras of tourists to take pictures of graffiti, follow them back to their hotels to give the items back. We’ll find a protest and teach an anarchist to sing, set the unwanted dogs at the SPCA free. We’ll ride glass elevators in the financial district and give crayon drawings to vice presidents. We’ll share pies with hipsters and run up stairs until we puke, shower in cold water, in our clothes, and kiss to keep our lips warm. We’ll do the single most honest thing at work to get us fired, live by selling whispers in a gallery. We’ll not know our names for at least a year, and never use words between sunset and sunrise.