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    Howard Pyle - An Attack on a Galleon. Illustration of pirates approaching a ship (Howard Pyle’s Book of Pirates) (1921)

    Dreams of boats / boats of dreams

    So many boats in my dreams, this last while. Boats and boats and then again boats. I like boats, always have (particularly those powered by muscle not motor), maybe as the result of having for a father a man who in his youth was a sailor or maybe as the result of my Piscean nature.

    Published on Sep 29, 2012 at 10:53 am.
    Filled under: aggregation, alive life, art, artisanry, Behance, body art, book, catharsis, ceramics, clothes, comics, consciousness, craft, design, design, diy, domestic arts, domicile, drawing, dreamy, embroidery, environment, epiphany, Etsy, fashion, film, Flickr, freedom, glass, graphic, green, handmade, illustration, joy, lagniappe, literature, making, music, novel, painting, paper, photography, poetry, project, publication, repurpose, risk-taking, rowr, sculpture, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, textile, the happies, transformation, transgression, unruly, water, weather, words, work, writing, yum | 2 Comments
    Work by Philipp Igumnov woodcum on flickr

    all in a floaty place

    sometimes you have to lie on a bed
    so your brain can be all in a floaty place

    Published on Apr 15, 2012 at 2:01 pm.
    Filled under: alchemy, art, chaos, dreamy, epiphany, freedom, joy, language, poetry, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, transformation, unruly, water, words, yum | 5 Comments
    ampersand & typewriter

    I would be brief

    I would be brief on the day I didn’t have a lot to say or, really, had a lot to say but wanted to make the thoughts in my head all compact the way a wintertime child can take a puff of snow and squeeze it into a ball of ice, to make it all hard and small.

    Published on Jul 01, 2011 at 11:11 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, alphabetica, blog, catharsis, chaos, consciousness, dreamy, epiphany, handmade, handwritten, James Cook, language, loveness, making, photography, poetry, sentipensante, shiver, smash, sorrow, street, swoon, transformation, transgression, unruly, words | 1 Comment
    kilgallen-paint-001 via juxtapoz

    How it is when you fall in love with Margaret Kilgallen

    What I’m doing right now is I’m writing a thing, a beautiful thing, a bookstory thing. It’s hard going — oh god, it is — and for all the wild-ride moments of outpour, there are many many — many! — ice ages of brainfreeze. When you write a thing as a pen-for-hire, you push through the brainfreeze, because money and somebody else’s deadline are great motivators. But when you make something with joy in your heart and when it’s a collaborative effort to boot — I’m making this thing with James Cook, whose delicious photographs will join up with the words I write — you let the going be slow because you’re waiting for a strange kind of knowledge — epiphany, I guess you’d call it — waiting to see in a way you’ve never seen before, waiting to understand, waiting to make connections.

    Published on Apr 10, 2011 at 1:11 pm.
    Filled under: alchemy, alphabetica, art, book, catharsis, consciousness, drawing, dreamy, epiphany, freedom, handmade, handwritten, James Cook, joy, loveness, making, mono no aware, risk-taking, sentipensante, shiver, street, transformation, typography, unruly, wabi sabi, words, work, writing | 3 Comments
    Global Warming Igloo  At the Art Shanty's at Medicine Lake via Amy Art's photostream

    Cold house

    If tomorrow I were to walk away to some other place, go live in a where that is not this where, the place I would go would have lots of snow and the house I would live in would be made of cold, a house of snow — or of-snow-adjacent.

    Published on Feb 06, 2011 at 11:11 am.
    Filled under: architecture, art, artisanry, connection, craft, design, diy, domicile, drawing, dreamy, environment, exhibition, fashion, fauna, Flickr, flora, food, freedom, handmade, home, illustration, insane-in-the-best-possible-way, joy, metal, mono no aware, music, north, painting, performance, photography, sculpture, sentipensante, shiver, the happies, theatre, unruly, weather | 5 Comments
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    I may be a girl but trees give me wood

    I don’t know how it works, how to do the math, but it’s like every emotion I’ve ever felt somehow gets wrapped up in trees. Trees become some kind of conduit for thought and feeling, for understanding, for epiphany, for optimism, for love.

    Published on Nov 23, 2010 at 1:31 pm.
    Filled under: aggregation, architecture, art, artisanry, catharsis, consciousness, craft, design, domestic arts, domicile, drawing, dreamy, embroidery, environment, epiphany, Etsy, film, Flickr, flora, freedom, green, jewellery, joy, knit, letterpress, loveness, metal, mono no aware, music, neon, north, painting, paper, photography, project, public, running, science, sculpture, sentipensante, shiver, street, swoon, textile, the happies, typography, video, vintage, wabi sabi, weather, yum | 3 Comments
    Photo by Aaron Ruell

    think of awaking one morning, some morning

    think of awaking one morning, some morning
    with the tail of a fox
    or platypus feet
    with a hard crunchy shell
    or suction-cup legs
    with a body of quills
    or a soft feathered belly
    with a set of long antlers there on your head

    Published on Nov 15, 2010 at 8:48 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, anatomy, art, consciousness, dreamy, epiphany, fauna, freedom, green, joy, literature, loveness, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, transformation, transgression, unruly | 1 Comment
    she is a dreamer via ffffound

    is / is not / am / am not

    If I had to categorise this unruly thing, I’d say it’s poemical, not polemical. It’s not really a blog about art, not in any sort of analytical way. I don’t take a stance; I’m neither critic nor academic. What I am, actually, is an unruly hoyden with a permanent case of chaoshead, a throbbing love-on for the made things of the world, and a hot ‘n’ saucy need to write things down, to write things out (as you’ll know if you’re one of the people I e-mail 972 times a week. [Hi, forbearing friends! Love ya! Smooches!])

    Published on Oct 09, 2010 at 10:05 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, art, artisanry, catharsis, dreamy, epiphany, freedom, holy shit, joy, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, unruly, yum | 2 Comments
    09 Lighting Books" by Airan Kang via illusion.scene360

    The poetry of objects: spinality

    Often I think of the poetry of objects
    about the way a seam is resolved
    or the way a spine grows
    about the things we make with our bodies
    and the bones from out of our bodies

    Published on Jun 30, 2010 at 8:21 am.
    Filled under: aggregation, anatomy, architecture, art, artisanry, book, ceramics, clothes, connection, craft, design, domicile, dreamy, embroidery, fashion, fauna, flora, furniture, glass, holy shit, home, hybrid, iconoclasm, illustration, insane-in-the-best-possible-way, intersection, jewellery, joy, language, loveness, making, metal, painting, paper, photography, playfulness, project, risk-taking, science, sculpture, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, technology, textile, the happies, transformation, transgression, words, work, writing, yum | 2 Comments
    WÜRSA. 2008. Palais de Tokyo, Paris, via we-find-wildness-com

    Precarity

    Sometimes I feel like Reepicheep finally arrived at the edge of the world and sometimes I feel like I’m standing way up high on a tall place where I have to make a choice about whether I’ll step off and float away, or not.

    Published on Jun 07, 2010 at 4:26 pm.
    Filled under: aggregation, alchemy, architecture, art, catharsis, ceramics, dreamy, environment, epiphany, fauna, food, freedom, furniture, holy shit, home, joy, making, mono no aware, performance, photography, risk-taking, sculpture, sentipensante, shiver, smash, swoon, transformation, transgression, wabi sabi | No Comments
    Phalacrognathus muelleri – October 2006 by Sipho Mabona, via mabonaorigami

    Dinna fash yersel’

    The world spins on its axis, on and on and on, no matter who comes here or leaves here, no matter how happy or sad you are, no matter, no matter.

    Published on Apr 24, 2010 at 12:43 pm.
    Filled under: art, artisanry, catharsis, clothes, consciousness, craft, crochet, decay, diy, domestic arts, domicile, drawing, dreamy, embroidery, environment, epiphany, Etsy, fashion, fauna, flora, gallimaufry, glass, green, handmade, home, illustration, jewellery, joy, knit, loveness, making, mono no aware, north, painting, photography, playfulness, poetry, project, remembrance, risk-taking, sculpture, sentipensante, shiver, sorrow, swoon, textile, transformation, transgression, uncategorized, wabi sabi, weather, work, writing | 1 Comment
    Illustration for the Edinburgh Fringe, www.chrissiemacdonald.co.uk

    Perplexicon

    I read a blog (very intermittently kept) written by a Korean artist who writes in English, which is not her first language. Her tiny strange observations are often very beautiful and made more so by the flaws in her English, a lot more so, I think, because those flaws can be very illuminatory — that skewing of language can make you look at a thing from a whole different perspective. The accidental nature of some of the beauty she writes makes her observations fresh and astonishing.

    Published on Mar 09, 2010 at 12:12 pm.
    Filled under: alchemy, alphabetica, art, artisanry, book, comics, consciousness, epiphany, iconoclasm, literature, loveness, making, music, painting, performance, risk-taking, sentipensante, swoon, transformation, transgression, writing | 2 Comments
    Lhasa blur

    Lhasa de Sela

    A couple of nights ago, a friend e-mailed me with the news that singer Lhasa de Sela had died of breast cancer at her home in Montreal on January 1st, at the young age of thirty-seven. I had had a hard day and my head was full of black miseries, and this news, which I would under any circumstance find dreadfully sad, just undid me, and I cried a long, long time. Which in a strange way is fitting, not just in a crying-is-an-appropriate-response-to-death way, but in a to-hear-Lhasa-was-to-be-moved-by-her way. I’ve had her on my mind since then.

    Published on Jan 05, 2010 at 9:28 am.
    Filled under: art, dreamy, music, poetry, sentipensante, shiver, transgression | 3 Comments
    one of my exhibitions

    The did of id

    I don’t know why I always want to know “why” but I do. Even when the answer to “why?” is “because” or “dunno” or “what’s it to ya, mofo?” Even then, I still wanna know. Why, I wonder. Why am I like that? Dunno, really. Because, I guess. What’s it to ya anyway, mofo?

    Published on Sep 23, 2009 at 9:25 am.
    Filled under: art, badass, blog, catharsis, chaos, concatenation, connection, dreamy, epiphany, illustration, intersection, language, literature, loveness, making, risk-taking, sentipensante, shiver, transformation, transgression, uncategorized, words, work, yum | 3 Comments
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    The postcard on my freezer door

    This is the postcard you might’ve received when you were 11-1/2 years old and your father was in Munich covering the 1972 summer Olympics and there had been a brief period one day the 5th of September actually when you’d thought your father might be

    Published on Sep 06, 2009 at 7:39 am.
    Filled under: art, badass, language, loveness, sentipensante, smash, vintage | 1 Comment
    celina-kalluk-and-tanya-tagaq-gillis-throat-singing1

    The music of sentipensante

    I listen to a lot of music. A lot. And while I think my taste is fairly wide-ranging, ultimately I have to recognise that I am particularly drawn to and moved by music that is odd or broken or primal or otherworldly. I want from music what I want from poetry and fiction — I want to be moved. I want to be taken to a place of sentipensante, feeling-thinking, to borrow Eduardo Galeano’s most beautiful word, because sentipensante is “language that speaks the truth”. And my god, that is a powerful notion.

    Published on Aug 28, 2009 at 9:38 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, alt, art, catharsis, chaos, connection, dreamy, epiphany, holy shit, iconoclasm, indie, loveness, mono no aware, music, north, risk-taking, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, transformation, transgression, wabi sabi, yum | 3 Comments
    toilettes-by-whitefeather

    Out the window of the train

    Once I wrote this e-mail to a friend:

    There is chainmail and then there is trainmail. This here is trainmail.

    Out the window of my train, I see a freight train, enormously long, car after car marked “CornProducts”. One car marked “cationic corn starch”. I don’t even know what that means but I like how it looks and how it sounds in my head.

    Published on Aug 24, 2009 at 7:19 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, alphabetica, anatomy, catharsis, concatenation, connection, dreamy, epiphany, holy shit, language, letterpress, literature, loveness, magazine, poetry, publication, rowr, science, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, transformation, transgression, typography, words, yum | 2 Comments
    tree-distorted-by-raindrops-by-clementine-oberst-july-2009

    Storm is always what I want

    Last night was mad where I live. A storm blew up in the early evening and the sky went black and the rain was a swirling chaos and the thunder and lightning were slamming wildly in the atmosphere, and it was all feeling almost too close for comfort, and for me to say that is something, really something, because there is almost nothing I love more than bad weather.

    Published on Aug 21, 2009 at 8:29 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, art, catharsis, chaos, dreamy, environment, green, holy shit, loveness, mono no aware, photography, sentipensante, shiver, smash, swoon, transformation | 5 Comments
    beautiful-cellist-by-teaandinkstudio-on-etsy

    A poem I think you should read (2)

    How to Craft a Cello from Parts You Have
    by Tanya Laramie

    Published on Jul 29, 2009 at 8:46 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, epiphany, holy shit, language, literature, loveness, making, music, performance, photography, poetry, sentipensante, shiver, smash, swoon, transformation | 2 Comments
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    The seahorse in the daffodil

    The other night I was drinking whiskey and thinking about Fibonacci numbers and thinking about Katinka Matson’s scanned flower images and thinking about how once upon a time I looked at her daffodils and realised how 

    Published on Jul 15, 2009 at 9:07 am.
    Filled under: anatomy, art, concatenation, connection, dreamy, epiphany, fauna, flora, intersection, loveness, photography, science, sentipensante, shiver, swoon | 1 Comment
    childhood-memories-by-talkingplant-on-flickr

    The Leonard Cohenness of things

    Awhile back I did a meme on Facebook that involved making a list of sixteen albums (CDs, for you whippersnappers) that had been really influential in my life. Only one musician got two spots on my list.

    Published on Jul 13, 2009 at 9:29 am.
    Filled under: alchemy, art, catharsis, concatenation, connection, decay, dreamy, epiphany, holy shit, loveness, mono no aware, music, photography, poetry, risk-taking, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, transformation, wabi sabi, yum | 1 Comment
    actor-actress-hanoi-tonkin-1915-by-leon-busy

    Albert Kahn: II

    Oh my god, they are my unmaking, those photographs. I have watched the BBC DVDS and thought and thought and watched the DVDs and my sleep has been interrupted by the storm of it all.

    Published on Jul 07, 2009 at 9:12 am.
    Filled under: dreamy, loveness, mono no aware, photography, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, vintage, wabi sabi | No Comments
    the-old-costum-of-claddagh-by-marguerite-mespoulets-1913

    Albert Kahn: I

    I recently watched a five-part BBC documentary on the French banker and philanthropist Albert Kahn and his Archives de la planète project, at the turn of the nineteenth century, to document the planet photographically, and I was utterly unglued by the intense beauty and sadness of those hundred-year-old autochromes. Altho’ it has been some months, I am still deeply roiled up inside about those photographs and am still having trouble sleeping properly because of them.

    Published on Jul 06, 2009 at 9:36 am.
    Filled under: dreamy, loveness, mono no aware, photography, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, vintage, wabi sabi | 4 Comments
    self-portrait-by-francis-bacon

    The run-on sentence of Francis Bacon

    Last summer I went to church. Not church-church but a place that made me feel what maybe those who’ve got religion feel. Last summer I went to the reconstituted London studio of Francis Bacon, at the Hugh Lane Museum in Dublin.

    Published on Jun 29, 2009 at 9:29 am.
    Filled under: art, catharsis, chaos, decay, epiphany, exhibition, holy shit, loveness, making, painting, risk-taking, sentipensante, shiver, swoon, transgression | No Comments
    Pickle #5

    21 April 1989

    Standing in the doorway of Herb’s hospital room, I realize I am ill-prepared for the sight of the tools of intervention that are keeping him alive.

    Published on May 30, 2009 at 6:24 pm.
    Filled under: anatomy, loveness, mono no aware, sentipensante, smash | 1 Comment