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Sonic Youth - Sugar Kane
January 2012
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“I have arrived. I am home. My destination is in each step.”
—Thich Nhat Hanh (via thelittlesea)
“Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except your self.”
― Siddhārtha Gautama” —(via journalofanobody)
― Siddhārtha Gautama” —(via journalofanobody)
“But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.”
― Umberto Eco” —(via journalofanobody)
― Umberto Eco” —(via journalofanobody)
“In my head I feel like screaming. I want to stop, smash, break in two that intangible torturer, that impossible record playing inside my head, in someone else’s house. I want to order my soul to stop and let me out, then drive on without me. I grow mad with hearing it. But then at least I’m myself again, with my horribly sensitive mind, my paper-think skin stretched over nerves too near the surface, notes playing scaled on the awful, inner piano of memory.”
—Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via sick-ephedrine)
To the Parasite
oh parasite, won’t you drop dead already?
pretty pretty puh-leazz…
i’ve got no blood to give you.
didn’t you know: i am not human
and i bleed poisonous blue goo?
“
“When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
― Wendell Berry, Sex, Economy, Freedom, and Community
” —(via journalofanobody)
Paradise Circus
Massive Attack
Massive Attack “Paradise Circus”
Alpha Shallows
Laura Marling
Laura Marling — Alpha Shallows
“I wake up in your bed. I know I have been dreaming.
Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each other,
you’ve been at your desk for hours. I know what I dreamed:
our friend the poet comes into my room
where I’ve been writing for days,
drafts, carbons, poems are scattered everywhere,
and I want to show her one poem
which is the poem of my life. But I hesitate,
and wake. You’ve kissed my hair
to wake me. I dreamed you were a poem,
I say, a poem I wanted to show someone …
and I laugh and fall dreaming again
of the desire to show you to everyone I love,
to move openly together
in the pull of gravity, which is not simple,
which carries the feathered grass a long way down the upbreathing air.” —II, from “The Dream of a Common Language,” Adrienne Rich (via clavicola)
Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each other,
you’ve been at your desk for hours. I know what I dreamed:
our friend the poet comes into my room
where I’ve been writing for days,
drafts, carbons, poems are scattered everywhere,
and I want to show her one poem
which is the poem of my life. But I hesitate,
and wake. You’ve kissed my hair
to wake me. I dreamed you were a poem,
I say, a poem I wanted to show someone …
and I laugh and fall dreaming again
of the desire to show you to everyone I love,
to move openly together
in the pull of gravity, which is not simple,
which carries the feathered grass a long way down the upbreathing air.” —II, from “The Dream of a Common Language,” Adrienne Rich (via clavicola)
