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Monday | 10 September 2012 | 09:51 AM


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Friday | 7 September 2012 | 03:51 PM

"Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia. Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated." ~ Jean Baudrillard


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Friday | 7 September 2012 | 02:45 PM


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Friday | 7 September 2012 | 02:19 PM


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Tuesday | 4 September 2012 | 03:09 PM

Vespers by Denis Johnson


The towels rot and disgust me on this damp
peninsula where they invented mist
and drug abuse and taught the light to fade,
where my top-quality and rock-bottom heart 
cries because I'll never get to kiss
your famous knees again in a room made
vague by throwing a scarf over a lamp.
Things get pretty radical in the dark:
the sailboats on the inlet sail away;
the provinces of actuality
crawl on the sea; the dusk now tenderly 
ministers to the fallen parking lots--
the sunset instantaneous on the fenders,
memory and peace....the grip of chaos...


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Tuesday | 4 September 2012 | 02:27 PM

Billie Holiday, Strange Fruit


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Tuesday | 4 September 2012 | 10:30 AM


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Tuesday | 4 September 2012 | 10:28 AM

"Happiness is a delicate thing. It is difficult to find within ourselves, and impossible to find elsewhere." ~ Sébastien-Roch Nicolas


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Tuesday | 4 September 2012 | 10:09 AM

"But trying to make sense of the movie’s [Wild At Heart] story as a mystery, or even as a plot in any ordinary sense, is ultimately to play a fool’s game. Lynch uses Gifford’s novel (with kinky additions) chiefly as an armature and a come-on for a series of lurid imaginings, an anthology of shocks and conceits that is tied to a plot only in the sense that a boat is moored to a dock."


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Monday | 3 September 2012 | 02:04 PM


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Monday | 3 September 2012 | 12:48 PM


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Monday | 3 September 2012 | 11:58 AM


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Monday | 3 September 2012 | 11:31 AM


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Sunday | 2 September 2012 | 10:17 PM

This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
  They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
  And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
  By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
  And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
  It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
  And don't have any kids yourself.


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Sunday | 2 September 2012 | 10:09 PM


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Sunday | 2 September 2012 | 06:28 AM

"You are not controlling the storm, and you are not lost in it. You are the storm." ~ Sam Harris, Free Will


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Saturday | 1 September 2012 | 12:06 PM

The Swans have a new album out. It's intense. Listen.


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Thursday | 30 August 2012 | 03:26 PM

The video, not necessarily the song.


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Thursday | 30 August 2012 | 11:54 AM

"Hell isn't other people. Hell is yourself." ~ Ludwig Wittgenstein in response to Jean-Paul Sartre


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Thursday | 30 August 2012 | 11:21 AM

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