“For months, I couldn’t write. It was the loveliest vertigo, sort of like drinking tequila but without the hysterical blindness. My blackbirds were wingless, legless. They sputtered on the ground like firecrackers while you played flare gun, fire engine. I smelled like grass and rabbits, waited in the field for days for lightning, wanted that spark, the mailbox sticky with wasps. I could say I wanted order, all my ducks lined up like a carnival, playing hide and seek, patty cake, with the wedding rings. Shiny, sharp toothed and singing. But I meant I wanted us strung together like lanterns. A sort of morse code in my molars. Once for no, twice for yes. Meant I wanted turbulence, trouble, to be sawed in half by wanting it.”
—havoc by Kristy Bowen (via grammatolatry)
April 2012
Poison Cup
M. Ward
Then drink it up.
M. Ward- Poison Cup
“Are we trying to be a good student all of our lives, by being first in class and trying to do good? Or do we want to develop within ourselves a soul, that is on the mythical level?”
—Jean Giraud (via steve-kim) Ha, oh man, see the last post; do I feel like the good student indeed. (via 1000reasonsnottostartmakingart)
March 2012
We think too much and feel too little: likethesun: The body is a complexly beautiful, natural form of... →
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The body is a complexly beautiful, natural form of expression for our souls, for our consciousness. And the over-sexualization of our bodies that the media glamorizes, influences the masses to associate our bodies with superficial or unhealthy ideals - narcissism, arrogance,…
“There are scores of people waiting for someone just like us to come along; people who will appreciate our compassion, our encouragement, who will need our unique talents. Someone who will live a happier life merely because we took the time to share what we had to give.”
—Leo Buscaglia (via myquotelibrary)
Good Morning Stranger
Harry Manx
Harry Manx - Good Morning Stranger
“Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna hurt because it matters.”
—John Green (via 33113)
“Love lost its meaning to me. God lost its meaning to me. But art never lost its meaning. I always knew what I meant by art.”
—
Joni Mitchell in a 1979 Rolling Stone interview with Cameron Crowe.
—Jessica H.
(via rookiemag)
“It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.”
—T.S. Eliot (via lhommeabsurde)
Beyond Any Doubt
s / s / s
s/s/s (Sufjan Stevens, Son Lux, and Serengeti collaboration) - Beyond Any Doubt
well fuck….
they should collaborate more often.
“if we all spent half as much time loving each other as we did trying to figure each other out, that would make the difference.”
—family friend today at my grandpa’s funeral.
Play
“We felt so small with the city lights stretching forever below us, and we yelled at the top of our lungs because we were just these small humans but we felt more longing than could ever fit inside us.”
—Nina LaCour, The Disenchantements (via inmyskin)
why the hell did I think Grimes was a boy??????
holy shit,
mind blown.
Burial + Four Tet - Nova
trying to finish editing photographs from last week so that I can upload the photos from the funeral for the family and worrying about how the hell I’m going to get everything that needs to be done this week done…..
shit.
track:
new burial + four tet - nova
you have no idea how much I've cried in the past 24 hours.
from finding books of old photographs in the smallest bedroom of my grandfathers house to having my dad ask me to forgive him to having people come up to me to whisper in my ear ” you know, you were your grandma and grandpa’s favorite. they always did love you best….”
I’m a wreck.
I didn’t realize how much this affected my family but its torn us apart and brought us together at the same time.
funny how life works isn’t it?
“At this rate, I’d be lucky if I wrote a page a day. Then I knew what the problem was. I needed experience. How could I write about life when I’d never had a love affair or a baby or even seen anybody die? A girl I knew had just won a prize for a short story about her adventures among the pygmies in Africa. How could I compete with that sort of thing?”
—Sylvia Plath (via troubled)
“After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can’t trust a person?”
—Evelyn Waugh (via kari-shma)
“There probably are some people who don’t have to deal with anything, but they lack the standard of reference to know they’re happy.”
—Stephen Elliott, The Daily Rumpus 3/29/12 (via leopoldgursky)
Play
Occupy Your Voice. →
occupyyourvoice.org
if its the type of thing you’re into.
the funeral is tomorrow and we’re leaving soon to be with my family.
to tell you the truth, I’m scared out of my mind. I don’t want to go but when people are calling you and leaving ten messages on your phone every day telling you you have to go you kind of give in.
I keep trying to make sense of a boy who says he likes me and acts like he does, but then completely closes himself off when he gets busy and doesn’t notice me at all. Its been different since Monday, and I keep trying to figure out why but I’m realizing that if something doesn’t feel right you should backtrack a bit and try to figure out why that is. I’m also realizing that if a girl tells you no, or to please stop, you should stop. you shouldn’t say ” shhhhh.” and just keep doing whatever you were doing to her. I think that some things can feel empty and the reason they feel empty is because there isn’t anything there.
dear boy,
you say you like me. why do you like me?
you say you like being around me, why?
I don’t understand relationships and I don’t understand sex and I don’t know how a person can enjoy something that feels empty. maybe for guys its different, maybe they don’t care about connections or feelings, maybe they can shut off easier, but girls fucking read into everything, they want someone to care about them and to brush their hair out of their face and to hold them if they’re crying and they don’t want to feel empty.
I don’t want to feel empty.
dreeamz
beachesbeaches
BeachesBeaches - Dreeamz
When I first heard these Bellingham producers’ track OOAH it invoked a feeling of complete bliss. Plus you usually start off on a good foot with me if you sample the Beach Boys. While catching up with my Soundcloud this gem was sitting there waiting for me like Forest Gump. This track is one you ghost ride a space ship too.
Hike to their Bandcamp and/or Soundcloud for more bliss
kinda love.
“Don’t be bored, don’t be lazy, don’t be trivial, and don’t be proud. The slightest loss of attention leads to death.”
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Frank O’Hara, from an interview in What’s With Modern Art? quoted by Buongiorno.
Much of our technological and cultural labor is driven not by our interest in ending death or securing the safety of the species, but by our desire to take the attention of others —against their will and without their permission— and use it for our own ends: some high-minded, some commercial, some gently egocentric. There is innocence in our pursuit of one-another’s attentions, but there is also consequence: we may be ordinary hawking proles just trying to get by in the attention-economy, but when the “slightest loss of attention leads to death” the lolling, gesticulative banter of the advertising-sponsored Internet masks an undeclared, unfavorable exchange: our time, awareness, attention for diversion, small serotonin bumps, temporary highs, the exhaustion of drives rather than their culmination.
This is why attention-seeking is not merely aesthetically unpleasant but is in fact immoral: to insist on taking the attention of another is a kind of theft, a destructive coercion. Rare moments and our works notwithstanding, our shared failure is that we are all bored, lazy, trivial, and proud; the lifelong struggle to be attentively engaged, hardworking, serious, and humble is both ennobling and quixotic, but part of that effort must be that we refrain from stealing one another’s attention for boring trivialities or the lazy pride we accrue like sediment.
The humblebrag isn’t harmless, and neither are products which game your attention, whittle away your life while you’re too distracted or addicted to notice, and return to you only the shaved splinters of your software-interaction memories and the experience of unmemorable occupancy.
(via mills)
“You are not accidental. Existence needs you. Without you something will be missing in existence and nobody can replace it. Thats what gives you dignity, that the whole existence will miss you. The stars and sun and moon, the trees and birds and earth - everything in the universe will feel a small place is vacant which cannot be filled by anybody except you. This gives you a tremendous joy, a fulfillment that you are related to existence, and existence cares for you. Once you are clean and clear, you can see tremendous love falling on you from all dimensions.”
—Osho (via nirvikalpa)
