July 2010
18 posts
“In the sphere of thought, absurdity and perversity remain the masters of the...”
– Arthur Schopenhauer. (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
The Kinks. Dedicated Follower of Fashion.
Beck. Jagermeister Pie.
The Jesus and Mary Chain. Taste the Floor.
an imaginary exchange with a hypothetical you.
you’ll ask me a question
or maybe you won’t.
the question will probably be
something like:
how are you?
i’ll respond with something like:
fine. how are you?
you’re likely to respond with
something similar to what i said to you.
i’ll wander off. you will also.
i’ll think of something that makes me feel sad.
i’ll tell myself to stop thinking that.
postpunk:
The Birthday Party - Fun House (live)
...
white walls, prison guards.
so i was at the art institute. looking at art. it became totally clear to me how little i really care. it’s all impermanent. i mean, i might dig this picasso, that rauschenberg… whatever.
i don’t really care. i mean… all of these people have definitely influenced me, but they’re all museum pieces. in a cold, lifeless place. with art-gestapo guards hanging over your...
Faust. J’ai Mal Aux Dents.
oh, faust…...
It seems, to me, that when we are first born
it is like being in a dark room only to have flood
lights illuminate the world. some are paralyzed by its brilliance and close their eyes to escape the pain. it's alright to close your eyes, but some never open them again. with your eyes open, the world becomes focused. not because the world has changed, but because one's eyes have adjusted.
sometimes, after the eyes have adjusted, there is a lust for the lost brilliance. however, the light shines as brightly as it always has. one just needs to see with new eyes.
