January 2011
33 posts
“They have heard its voice and listened to it, and the river has become holy to...”
– Hermann Hesse, Siddartha
“To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the...”
– Howard Zinn
“Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without...”
– Charles Bukowski
aurora somnalis
n. the kaleidoscopic patterns you see just after closing your eyes to fall asleep, a series of hypnotic indigo and black clouds ghosting over red-cyan bird’s nests that dissolve and shiver into disco-floor spiderwebs fainter than campfire smoke against the night sky, which just makes you need to get up and check your email again.
jalopia
n. fatigue with the laborious maintenance of having a body, a perishable piñata of viscera that’s incompatible with the Legoland rationality of the modern world, which was built for beings whose indestructible parts lock onto the Earth with a satisfying ‘click,’ whose emotions are standardized, whose mistakes are best measured in parts per million.
“the arts are not a way of making a living. they are a very human way of making...”
– kurt vonnegut, a man without a country, 2005
Life continues, and some mornings, weary of the noise, discouraged by the prospect of the interminable work to keep after, sickened also by the madness of the world that leaps at you from the newspaper, finally convinced that I will not be equal to it and that I will disappoint everyone—all I want to do is sit down and wait for evening. This is what I feel like, and sometimes I yield to it.
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“I remembered a bit I’d read in the paper somewhere about these food-factories in...”
– The thoughts of George Bowling, in George Orwell’s Coming Up For Air (1939).
Malandragem: She was the summer on my tongue, the... →
cuethefire:
She was the summer on my tongue, the winter at the curve of my spine — the great fury of the world. I wanted to hold her the way storm chasers want to swallow hurricanes, catch it in the jars of their throats, the way scientists want to tame the universe. I read somewhere that the purpose of science is to find one equation to explain the universe in its entirety, the stars on its...
“Tonight I invoked all the powers. No one answered. I walked streets, crossed...”
– Octavio Paz, from Eagle or Sun? (translated by Eliot Weinberger)
Watch
ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND Directed by Michel Gondry (2004)
the yellow incandescent light under the sheets makes this whole scene so entrancingly beautiful.
amoirek:
I wish I could write as beautifully...
“The struggle to emerge out of the past, clean of memories; the inadequacy of our...”
– Anaïs Nin
“Perhaps we don’t like what we see: our hips, our loss of hair, our shoe size,...”
– Sufjan Stevens
“But love, the great narcotic, was the hothouse in which all the selves burst...”
– Anais Nin, Cities of the interior
