I saw doves and I thought they were rocks, but they were asleep. My breath made them stir, and the rocks took flight, the earth exploding…and my only thought was that I wanted you to see them, too. Douglas Coupland (via scout)
I’m a nihilist, so I like destruction. Nihilism seemed to be the most suitable religion since I started to think. Nico
Eyes Without a Face, Billy Idol (via tuneage)
Disorder, Joy Division (via tuneage)
OBLIQUE STRATEGIES BRIAN ENO/PETER SCHMIDT You can consult an online version of Oblique Strategies here. These cards evolved from our separate working procedures. It was one of the many cases during the friendship that he [Peter Schmidt] and I where we arrived at a working position at almost exactly the same time and almost in exactly the same words. There were times when we hadn’t seen each...
Kathleen Emery, Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless...
When you know quite absolutely that everything is unreal, you then cannot see why you should take the trouble to prove it. E.M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born
But the darkness pulls in everything: shapes and fires, animals and myself, how easily it gathers them! - powers and people - and it is possible a great energy is moving near me. I have faith in nights. — Rainer Maria Rilke (via anastasivictoria)
Grace: O mi ami o mi uccidi, Graham.
Sonic Youth, Beauty Lies (Sister, 1987) (h)
I conceived of this place. It’s a forgiving place, and it’s a forgiven place. Life is tough, and life is pretty unforgiving, including my own, so at least after you’re dead, it wouldn’t be so bad if there was a place that was forgiving and forgiven. There’s this setting where you have three days to pick a memory, and then three days to recreate the memory before you...
The Jesus & Mary Chain, My Girl (diderot)
The lost years and last days of dfw
qui (edt: mm1)
As he held her and tasted her, and as she curved in further and further toward him, with her own lips, new to herself, drowned and engulfed in love, yet solaced and triumphed, he was thankful to have an existence at all, if only as a reflection in her wet eyes. “My God,” he gasped, “you’re fun to kiss.” Tender is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald (ermengarde)
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The problem for us is not whether our desires are satisfied or not. The problem is how do we know what we desire? There is nothing spontaneous, nothing natural about human desires. Our desires are artificial - we have to be taught to desire. Slavoj Zizek
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. Ezra Pound (y)