Apollo 11 Landing Site. Click above for large version.

Eugène Thivier, The Nightmare, 1894

Henry Fuseli, Hamlet and his father's Ghost, ~1780-1785

Henry Fuseli, The Artist Moved by the Grandeur of Antique Fragments, ~1778 - 1779

Tuesday | 1 October 2013 | 02:32 PM

"The Murray persona has become familiar without becoming tiring: The world is too much with him, he is a little smarter than everyone else, he has a detached melancholy, he is deeply suspicious of joy, he sees sincerity as a weapon that can be used against him, and yet he conceals emotional needs. He is Hamlet in a sitcom world." ~ Roger Ebert, 2005

"The Noble Eightfold Path is one of the principal teachings of the Buddha, who described it as the way leading to the cessation of suffering and the achievement of self-awakening. It is used to develop insight into the true nature of phenomena (or reality) and to eradicate greed, hatred, and delusion." ~ Wikipedia

Hans Kanters

Interesting insight into its mysterious origins in the comments.

Marsha Gee, Peanut Duck

The 100 best novels: an introduction Robert McCrum introduces our definitive list of the greatest novels written in English, a 100-week project that begins tomorrow with John Bunyan's The Pilgrim's Progress

The 100 greatest novels of all time: The 2003 list

Smog, Rock Bottom Riser

Jeremy Mann, The Forgotten (Version One - Abandon), 2012

Diego Rivera, Man, Controller of the Universe, 1934

Thomas Pynchon has a new book out this week. Gravity's Rainbow is my literary white whale mainly due to my inability to finish it after numerous attempts.

"All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby-Dick." ~ Herman Melville

Erik Thor Sandberg, House, 2009

The Wild!, Road House, 2012

El Greco, Opening of the Fifth Seal, 1608–1614

Forest Swords, Dagger Paths EP, 2010

a threat to my immortality by bukowksi

she undressed in front of me
keeping her pussy to the front
while I layed in bed with a bottle of
beer. 

where'd you get that wart on
your ass? I asked. 

that's no wart, she said,
that's a mole, a kind of
birthmark. 

that thing scares me, I said,
let's call
it off. 

I got out of bed and
walked into the other room and
sat on the rocker
and rocked. 

she walked out. now, listen, you
old fart. you've got warts and scars and
all kinds of things all over
you. I do believe you're the ugliest
old man
I've ever seen. 

forget that, I said, tell me some more
about that
mole on your butt. 

she walked into the other room
and got dressed and then ran past me
slammed the door
and was
gone. 

and to think,
she'd read all my books of
poetry too. 

I just hoped she wouldn't tell
anybody that
I wasn't pretty. 

the laughing heart by bukowski

your life is your life
don't let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can't beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.