September 2008
Oh! World of mine. I see you in your ruins of bone.
Miranda: Look! Not down at the ground, Edith. Way up there in the sky.
I am Providence.
– The tombstone of H.P. Lovecraft (edt:ekstasis)
Suite for Toy Piano (1948)
Margaret Leng Tan performs the John Cage composition Suite for Toy Piano (1948) at the Other Minds Music Festival in 1999 at the Cowell Theater in San Francisco. According to Tan: Cage wrote his Suite for Toy Piano at Black Mountain College in North Carolina for Merce Cunningham’s Diversion. Its five short movements use only nine consecutive white notes. As such it...
Re-examine all that you have been told..dismiss that which insults your soul. - Walt Whitman (lostandfound)
RadioOpenSource - Slavoj Zizek →
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It’s the sweetest of moments when the fire takes control, and you’re no longer responsible for anything.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (e)
Life seems to be a never-ending series of survivals, doesn’t it? — Carroll Baker
Che cosa cruda è un segreto quando appartiene a qualcun altro.
Underworld, Don DeLillo
The outside world is vastly overrated.
– Sarah Kane
Blossoms and flowers indicate women’s genitals, or, in particular, virginity.
Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis, Symbolism of Dreams - Sigmund Freud
“A new born child has no teeth.” “A goose has no teeth.” “A rose has no teeth.” — Matmos, Roses and Teeth for Ludwig Wittgenstein
Ero convinto di poter cantare come un filo metallico allo zero assoluto, acutissimo e pallido, di poter bruciare senza accensione o frizione, di poter brillare a freddo come una luna color limone, abbracciato a una griglia di puro significato. Trasferimento privo di interferenze. Ma poi un piccolo, silenzioso, educato, profumato, ordinatissimo sistema di nuovi segnali mi ha in qualche modo sparato...