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February 2012

1 post

December 2011

1 post

thoughts this morning (every morning really) →

i don’t like and can’t function in this american life. i don’t want to buy what they’re selling and that seems to be all thats happening here, buying and selling. i’ve tried, i’m no young kid, i’ve gone to college, had real jobs, bank accounts, credit cards, even owned a house, but none of that is for me. i’ve been struggling all my life with the pressure applied by society to live the go to...

November 2011

2 posts

Man is not a town where things live, but a worry & a weeping of unused wings. -Kenneth Patchen

August 2011

4 posts

“Be still, my heart, away with pain!”

– Hermann Hesse

Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on it’s silent haunches and then moves on. -Carl Sandburg

July 2011

1 post

June 2011

10 posts

William Basinski- Variations: A Movement in Chrome...

Winter Encounter Who does not hope for a perdurable heart or hone the cold edge of his spirit? With eyes barely opened, we see the world’s hatred, tottering into the world, we fall on our faces, hoping for love, we find the world slack in its loving, touching with tentative hands, we wince under our wounds: knowing these things, who would not look to his weaponry, temper himself for...

“There is no final enough of wisdom, experience- any fucking thing. No Holy Grail, No Final Satori, no solution. Just conflict. Only thing that can resolve conflict is love, like I felt for Fletch and Ruski, Spooner, and Calico. Pure love. What I feel for my cats past and present. Love? What is it? Most natural painkiller what there is. LOVE.” -William S. Burroughs

Allen Ginsberg- Transcription of Organ Music

You came down from the mountains You came down from the mountains red steps of the great temples you travelled the world with the haughty silhouette of a Prometheus chained standing you went toward the island hemmed with Brussels lace and with clashing ermines of flowing luxury. The girl of Irish velvet and of elsewhere lying on skins of lions tigers and boredom killed by her father listened on...

May 2011

7 posts

Burial- Spaceape

“For the moment I can think of nothing- except that I am a sentient being stabbed...”

– Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

“Just as the body bears the traces of its phylogenetic development, so also does...”

– Carl Jung, Dreams

April 2011

3 posts

Monsoon- Saigon

March 2011

4 posts

A woman who was beautiful A woman who was beautiful one day removed her face her head became smooth blind and deaf safe from the snares of mirrors and from looks of love amid the reeds of the sun her head hatched by a sparrowhawk could not be found secrets much more beautiful for not having been said words not written steps erased nameless ashes flown away without marble plaque ...

Tim Hecker- I’m Transmitting Tonight

February 2011

5 posts

Donovan- Writer in the Sun

A Good-Talking Candle

I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep. -Dick Brautigan

“There’s such a gulf between yourself and who you were then, but people speak to...”

– Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams

“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when...”

– Henry Miller, Sexus

January 2011

6 posts

Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this. — Richard Brautigan

“Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is...”

– H.P. Lovecraft

“There is no hurry now; it matters little where I am.”

– Knut Hamsun

“Why do anything but listen?”

– Knut Hamsun

December 2010

1 post

November 2010

1 post

October 2010

8 posts

“The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe,...”

– Matsuo Bashō