the deep sea bop of friendrick kinderpop

SACCADE

2006-08-31T11:50:00.001+03:00

epic, επικ
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Everything is conspiring around you:
the waters, the fabrics have been thickening,
the golds and the browns prepare their volumes.
There comes a day of sun and then a day of snow,
There is a deceptive real-life colour.
Mirrors and cars fly past,
Everything rushing to some centre.
The centre of your life where you have never been
Antonio Jose Ponte in Para Ana Olivares

We come from a distant past that we've forgotten,

and now we look up to the sky at the stars,

we are the mystery that even we can't decipher,

the mystery of man

the story is told in stone and broken arrows,

in traces of cities unknown, lost in sand,

in columns and castle walls, silent in unseen statues,

the history of man.

Sarah Vaughan 'The Mystery of Man'
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on the floating, shipless, oceans
i did all my best to smile
'til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving to your isle
and you sang, "sail to me, sail to me,
let me enfold you,
here i am, here i am
waiting to hold you"
did i dream you dreamed about me?
were you hare when i was fox?
now my foolish boat is leaning
broken lovelorn on your rocks
for you sing, "touch me not, touch me not,
come back tomorrow: o my heart,
o my heart shies from the sorrow"
i am puzzled as the newborn child
i am troubled at the tide:
should i stand amid the breakers?
should i lie with death my bride?
hear me sing,
"swim to me, swim to me,
let me enfold you,
here i am, here i am,
waiting to hold you"
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(tim buckley / larry beckett)

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DPS:
Perhaps none of this will matter
Years down the line
How will I look back on when
I lived beyond my needs and out of time
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image: rene magritte - song of love

BEATIFIC

2006-08-31T11:48:00.001+03:00

who can convince the sea to be reasonable?

Pablo Neruda

Beach Boys - God Only Knows

I may not always love you
But long as there are stars above you
You never need to doubt it
I'll make you so sure about it

God only knows what I'd be without you

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me

God only knows what I'd be without you

God only knows what I'd be without you

If you should ever leave me
Well life would still go on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me

God only knows what I'd be without you
God only knows what I'd be without you
God only knows

DPS:
the smallest thing
i’m talkin’ tiny
miniscule, minute
teenie weenie
i dare to swear
i mean micro!
hardly tadpole!
!It saved me
in the nick of time

p:
Oh what a hell of a show
But what I want to know
What exactly do you do for an encore?
Cuz this is hardcore
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Pulp This Is Hardcore

statuesque

2006-08-31T11:46:00.002+03:00

Image : Eric Zener - Sacred Breath

Counting Crows Round Here
from August And Everything After

P:
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog
Where no one notices the contrast of white on white
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right
I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again
Where? I dont know
Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying
Why? I dont know

Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates

Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said shed like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like shes walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
Takes her clothes off
Says shes close to understanding jesus
She knows shes more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when shes nervous

Round here were carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here shes slipping through my hands

Sleeping children better run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mamas little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says its only in my head
She says shhh I know its only in my head
But the girl on car in the parking lot says
man you should try to take a shot
Cant you see my walls are crumbling?
Then she looks up at the building and says shes thinking of jumping
She says shes tired of life she must be tired of something

Round here shes always on my mind
Round here hey man, we've got lots of time
Round here were never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late
I cant see nothing, nothing round here
Catch me if Im falling
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DPS:
Just like statues
that begged the muse

to call away
Like statues
dying to break
and turn back into clay

endeavour

2006-08-31T11:44:00.004+03:00

… I emerged from the story as though my eyes were glazed, not quite as happens in dreams, but, rather, as though I were on that morning threshold when you slowly awaken from a dream, you confuse the first conscious reflections with the last glimmers of the dream, and you cannot make out (or have not yet crossed) the border between dream and reality…
Umberto Eco in ‘The Mists Of The Valois’ (from ‘On Literature’)

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I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by conscious endeavour
Henry David Thoreau
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DPS:
…that’s what they’re there for. but when i speak them i wish you could pick up the colours of my voice. you could say a word, big or small, in any colour, really. with you its always rainbows. i just can’t explain it. i hope you don’t mind.

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a kingdancer picks a petal:

The time I like is the rush hour, cos I like the rush
The pushing of the people - I like it all so much
Such a mass of motion - do not know where it goes
I move with the movement and ... I have the touch

I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark
Any chance collision and I light up in the dark
There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair
Oh, do I dare ... I have the touch

Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Shake those hands, shake those hands

Any social occasion, it's hello, how do you do
All those introductions, I never miss my cue
So before a question, so before a doubt
My hand moves out and ... I have the touch

Wanting contact
I'm wanting contact
I'm wanting contact with you
Shake those hands, shake those hands
Give me the thing I understand
Shake those hands, shake those hands

Pull my chin, stroke my hair, scratch my nose, hug my knees
Try drink, food, cigarette, tension will not ease
I tap my fingers, fold my arms, breathe in deep, cross my legs
Shrug my shoulders, stretch my back - but nothing seems
to please

I need contact
I need contact
Nothing seems to please
I need contact

PETER GABRIEL - I Have The Touch

aestivator

2006-08-31T11:42:00.001+03:00

credo quia absurdum est
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…the deed is still more distant from them than the most distant stars - and yet they have done it themselves
Nietzsche in The Gay Science

DPS:
i’ve seen it at work, it grows and then breaks
history repeating, empire building

P:
Wheres the love song to set us free
Too many people down, everything turning the wrong way round
Blur Out Of Time
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Is tenure what you want? I turn around and walk away
Karl Precoda in Witness

geist

2006-08-31T11:40:00.001+03:00

water does
"Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does"
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Margaret Atwood ‘The Penelopiad’

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A Sorta Fairytale

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You lead me down, to the ocean
So lead me down, by the ocean
You know it's been a long time,
You always leave me tongue tied
And all this times for us
I love you just because
You lead me down, to the ocean
The world is fine, by the ocean
You know this time's for real
It helps the heart to heal
You know it breaks the seal of the talisman that harms
And so you look at me and need
The space that means as much to me
So lead me down, to the ocean
Our world is fine, by the ocean
You know the way it is in life, it's so hard to live up to
So why are you still dressed in your mourning suit
I assume, I assume
You'll lead me down, to the ocean
Don't leave me down, by the ocean
The ocean.
Here comes the wave, here comes the wave
Here comes the wave, down by the ocean
The ocean

Richard Hawley ‘The Ocean’
from ‘Coles Corner’

DPS:
two steps back,
to take it all in,
how it had grown,
the garden of my childhood years
and the way it grew that day
the wind blows the dandelions to smithereens
one more step back
i find a space to rest

HELIOX (WANDER)

2006-08-31T11:37:00.001+03:00

Love Is the 7th Wave
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‘Love is the most difficult and dangerous form of courage. Courage is the most desperate, admirable and noble kind of love’
Delmore Schwartz

DPS:
Night after night, writing for my dear life, hands tired and camel eyes heavy.
Hmmm...
Suddenly I wonder, how will they keyboard effect the brain with both hands writing the neon life?
Yawn…
Hey!
What happened to the clocks?

P:
Zero 7
This World

Another child is born
Another race is won
Another dream is shattered
Another day has begun
This world is still afloat
No not in Noah's boat
We've only lost the vision
Of the stars we're meant to be

Another broken heart
Another lesson learnt
Another harvest eaten
Another night is gone
A new day's begun
Even your dreams they can be real
This world is still afloat
No not in Noah's boat
We've only lost the vision
Of the stars we're meant to be

This world is still afloat
No not in Noah's boat
We've only lost the vision
Of the stars we're meant to be

This world is full of love
We still have hope

BLISS

2006-08-31T11:36:00.001+03:00

‘Beauty, the splendour of truth, is a gracious presence when the imagination contemplates intensely the truth of its own being, or the visible world, and the spirit which proceeds out of truth and beauty is the holy spirit of joy. These are realities and these alone give and sustain life’.
James Joyce in ‘James Clarence Mangan’ lecture (15 February 1902) from Umberto Eco’s ‘On Literature’

DPS:
I’m a yo-yo
I guess I’ve gotta love it ...
Up and down,
lest I hit the ground-
I play me
n’ spin till silly
or way beyond...
Somehow,
Always fond

coming out of my cage and I'm doin' just fine

the killers - mr brightside

if something is not beautiful, it is probably not true

j. keats

Every Day I Write The Book

estuarine

2006-08-31T11:35:00.001+03:00

Nightswimming
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‘It is the business of the future to be dangerous. The major advances in civilization are processes that all but wreck the societies in which they occur’
Alfred North Whitehead in ‘Adventures In Ideas’

DPS:
Dear Go-Go Girl,
I’m sorry I was too shy to tell you the story of the words on your shirt.
Make it up to you some time…
Take Care
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living on juice
eating out of tuna cans
mobile home
with my dairy queen
tied me a knot
but she had to cut me loose
i liked her a lot yeh

like lovers do, like lovers do
i liked her a lot, like lovers do

julia came
eating a tangerine
friday the third
four-thirty
she tore out a page
of my magazine
then she went away yeh

like lovers do, like lovers do
she went away like lovers do

saturday girls
keep you warm a while
but sunday sunshine
kills all conversation
you look in her eyes
and you see circles
then she lets you get away, yeh

like lovers do, like lovers do
you get away yeh, like lovers do

everyday you`re so sad to see me
and i`m so glad to take the blame
it`s always going to be that way

living on juice
eating out of tuna cans
mobile home
with my dairy queen
tied me a knot
but she had to cut me loose
now i`m looking at you yeh

like lovers do, like lovers do
i`m looking at you now, like lovers do
and i`m looking right at you now, just like lovers do
and i`m looking right at you now girl
just like lovers do, like lovers do
like lovers do
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Lloyd Cole Like Lovers Do

ACQUIESCENCE

2006-08-31T11:33:00.001+03:00

you are what you love, not what loves you

from the film ADAPTATION

(argos)

Is it you?
Could it be, really?
I stuck around for years
Just to see you one more time
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I swear I heard your voice from afar -
I barked with disbelief
I thought ‘Could it be?’
I guess I wished it
This sweet relief
Even though I suspected
It would be the end of me
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I could recognize your tread
from an even greater distance
Now I wag and
wonder how
my heart could endure
this instance
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I can’t stand these fleas
the seize,
the bees,
the tease -
I see your silhouette on the shore
I hold on for a closer glimpse,
Eyes old
And eyes so sore,
Life abandons ailing limbs
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It is you I behold,
Somehow, I muster one last cry -
My heart has just caved in
My time has come to ...

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In "The Analytical Language of John Wilkins", Borges describes 'a certain Chinese Encyclopedia', the Celestial Emporium of Benevolent Knowledge, in which animals are divided into:

those that belong to the Emperor,
embalmed ones,
those that are trained,
suckling pigs,
mermaids,
fabulous ones,
stray dogs,
those included in the present classification,
those that tremble as if they were mad,
innumerable ones,
those drawn with a very fine camelhair brush,
others,
those that have just broken a flower vase,
those that from a long way off look like flies.

Jorge Luis Borges (RIP, August 24, 1899 - June 14, 1986)

It is complete now
Two ends of time are neatly tied
Concrete Blonde Tomorrow Wendy

a child’s laughter or the dawn chorus

2006-08-31T11:32:00.001+03:00

Image: Eric Zener - Two Lovers Treading Water

Harold Pinter

Meeting (from WAR)

It is the dead of night.

The long dead look out towards

The new dead

Walking towards them

There is a soft heartbeat

As the dead embrace

Those who are long dead

Walking towards them

They cry and they kiss

As they meet again

For the first and last time

(August 2002)

It's hard to be man when there's a gun in your hand
Tears For Fears from Head Over Heels

( P)

Echoes
of afternoons and playgrounds
float off
as if hot air balloons
(DPS)

MADRE

2006-08-31T11:31:00.001+03:00

NO SECOND TROY
Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
W B Yeats

ignis
quoquihabin
ardon
calax
spiridon
rusin
fragon
fumaton
ustrax
vitius
siluleus
aenon

Twelve words for ‘fire’ in twelve dialects of Latin, courtesy of Virgilio Grammatico Marone in Epitomi ed Epistole (IV.10)

The saddest thing I've ever seen on my tv screen
Was a dying man who died for his dream
Toughest thing I've ever heard
Was that new-born scream in this sneaky world
Wet Wet Wet ‘Angel Eyes’
from ‘Popped In, Souled Out’
(P)
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"There are nine different words in Maya for the color blue in the comprehensive Porrua Spanish-Maya Dictionary but just three Spanish translations, leaving six butterflies that can be seen only by the Maya, proving beyond a doubt that when a language dies, six butterflies disappear from the consciousness of the earth."

Earl Shorris from the essay The Last Word
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Babe, lets keep it simple
Yeah, why don’t we keep it light
I don’t feel like talkin’ bout
Them heavy things tonite
(DPS)
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hyaline

2006-08-31T11:30:00.001+03:00

Nausicaa’s Lament
Did I sometimes feel a sharp pain
In my hand and in my heart
Did I disperse it t’other organs -
Slowly kill my every part
DPS
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Stevie Smith - Not Waving But Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

Spiritualized - Broken Heart .

Though I have a broken heart

I'm too busy to be heartbroken

There's a lot of things that need to be done

Lord I have a broken heart

Though I have a broken dream

I'm too busy to be dreaming of you

There's a lot of things that I gotta do

Lord I have a broken dream

And I'm wasted all the time

I've gotta drink you right off of my mind

I've been told that this will heal given time

Lord I have a broken heart

And I'm crying all the time

I have to keep it covered up with a smile

And I'll keep on moving on for a while

Lord I have a broken heart

image: eric zener - family

voskhozhdenie

2006-08-31T11:28:00.001+03:00

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Image : Eric Zener - Ascension
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you don’t need to find answers for questions that weren’t asked of you
bloc party ‘two more years’
from
silent alarm
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DPS:
I set a trap
For myself
It feels
Great
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‘I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere which is like silence but not empty’
Mark Haddon in ‘The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time’
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Jane Wieldin Rush Hour

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

2006-08-31T11:23:00.001+03:00

Engelbert Humperdinck
Lesbian Seagull

She flies so gracefully over rocks and trees and sand

Soaring over cliffs and gently floating down to land

She proudly lifts her voice to sound her mating call

And soon a mate responds by singing "Caw, caw, caw"

Come with me, lesbian seagull

Settle down and rest with me

Fly with me, lesbian seagull

To my little nest by the sea

With me, that's where you belong with me

I know I can be strong when you're with me

She skims the water

At the new time to seek

Her fish and she emerges

With one squirming in her beak

She plays among the waves

And hides between the swells

She walks the beach at twilight

Searching for some shells

Come with me, lesbian seagull

Settle down and rest with me

Fly with me, lesbian seagull

To my little nest by the sea

With me, that's where you belong with me

I know I can be strong when you're...you're with me

And in the evening

As they watch the setting sun

She looks at her as if to say

The day is doneIt's time to find their shelter

Hidden in the dunes

And fall asleep amidst

Music of the moon

You and me, lesbian seagull

You just watch the world, oh my

Just you and me, lesbian seagull

Side by side with me till we die

You and I, we can make it if we try
Our love will keep us flying high until we die
(P)

I’m sorry I said that, but I was angry
Yeah, I was so pissed off
Please forgive me
I usually keep my animals in the zoo
Sometimes some of them escape
Its just something that they do

(DPS)

DEVOVED

2006-08-31T11:21:00.001+03:00

(TOIL)
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Why are we weigh’d upon with heaviness,
And utterly consumed with sharp distress,
While all things else have rest from weariness?
All things have rest: why should we toil alone,
We only toil, who are the first of things,
And make perpetual moan,
Still from one sorrow to another thrown;
Nor ever fold our wings,
And cease from wanderings,
Nor steep our brows in slumber’s holy balm;
Nor harken what the inner spirit sings,
“There is no joy but calm!”—
Why should we only toil, the roof and crown of things?

Choric Song II from Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s
‘The Lotos Eaters’

DPS:
I’ll tell ya what used to kill me… coming home late at night, and finding them huddled on the couch, numb, at one with the TV set. I’d reach the top of the stairs and greet them. They’d say ‘Hello’ – but just that. They’d say it without sending a glance my way. They were always too absorbed in whatever it was they were watching. As soon as I realized this, I mean as soon as I realized the inhumanity of it all I decided it was time to pack my things and get outta there.

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P:
Dial-a-Song
I Palindrome I

I Palindrome I
Born on the 5th of July
One door shut, another one closed
I Palindrome I

She king of Brooklyn she
Master of all she surveys
Lives a life unencumbered by me
She king of Brooklyn she

Man, when I was a young man
Not like I'm driving a rocking chair now, but
Man, when I was a young man
I was free

I Palindrome I
Mister 5th of July
One door shut, another one closes for
I Palindrome I

Man, when I was a young man
Not like I'm driving a rocking chair now, but
Man, when I was a young man
I was free

I Palindrome I
Something just fell on my head
Born on the 5th of July
I Palindrome I

I Palindrome I
I Palindrome I
Something just fell on my head
Something just fell on my head

REVIVER

2006-08-31T11:20:00.001+03:00

p
They Might Be Giants
I Palindrome I
And I am a snake head eating the head on the opposite side
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The Cars - Magic
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(DPS)

On the way to some place
Why was I in such a hurry?
Expecting pain from elsewhere
It found me where I felt most strong

Memories escape me now and
I’m holding on to nothing
Nah - I ain’t got nothing
But for once nothing might be enough

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(sea girls)

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each

I do not think that they will sing to me

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the waters white and black .
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

T.S. Eliot ‘The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock’

!ohbutilovedallofthem!

2006-08-31T11:19:00.001+03:00

Image: Eric Zener - Grand Oasis
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dps:
a long walk, alone

I walked for such a long time
I walked so far from my dear sea
To find a place where Neptune
Would be too far to salt the breeze

I found a place where a lone bushman
Stared at the oar I held in hand
He asked ‘What’s that you carry,
What use have you of a winnowing fan?’

I dug a hole real deep and
Fixed the oar in that there earth
I looked up to the heavens
pressed my hands together
and gave thanks

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Men in a war
If they've lost a limb
Still feel that limb
As they did before
He lay on a cot
He was drenched in a sweat
He was mute and staring
But feeling the thing
He had not

Suzanne Vega Men In War

shhh!

2006-08-31T11:17:00.001+03:00

Ambulance
I hear an ambulance
Over the patter of the rain
I ask you about the ambulance
We kiss away our pain
You say
‘Sirens is such a funny word’,
You rap about their hysterical persistence
You tell me, you tell me
a tale about a whale - -
You hug me, You hug me -
You know it never fails - -
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‘In a place like this we’ll never be safe
from the harm of them sirens’ wails …’
.
I think that’s what I said -
But I can never be sure…
Not anymore,
No, I can never be sure.
And besides,
with all these sirens
I can hardly hear myself think.
.

‘…and then I thought I had to be like Sherlock Holmes and I had to ‘detach my mind at will to a remarkable degree’ so that I did not notice how much it was hurting inside my head’
Mark Haddon in ‘The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time’
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the boyracer feels a victorious heartbeat

after finding a note from a friend on his windshield

the note?

verse from walt whitman's leaves of grass...

what did it say?

"failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged

missing me one place search another

i stop somewhere waiting for you"

w. whitman

P:
we bury our secrets in the garden
bloc party ‘two more years’
from
silent alarm

less ordinary

2006-08-31T11:16:00.001+03:00

So long have we known each other
So little do we know
The Family (Prince) – Desire
P

On a nightride
Falling stars, moon: lemon slice –
Dreaming out loud
of the simple life

Oh, but the Grind
Someone said something
but I didn’t have a pencil on me
No, I didn’t have a pencil

So, I decided
to take it in

DPS

the boyracer's CAKE mixtape:

carbon monoxide

the distance

stick shifts and safety belts

satan is my motor

long line of cars

surfacing

2006-08-31T11:15:00.001+03:00

a funny way

the boy racer
got into his car
drove down to the waterfront
stood at the edge
looked out as far as he could
smiled
and thought
how things had
a funny way

(dps)

P:
It's just that sweet little mystery
That makes me try
Try
Try
Try
Wet Wet Wet ‘Sweet Little Mystery’
from ‘Popped In, Souled Out’

BUOY

2006-08-31T11:14:00.001+03:00

P:
I used to be a sailor
Who sailed across the seas
But now I'm just an island
Since they took my boat away from me
Oh no
I don't like being stationary
I like the rocky wavy motions of the sea
I sit and rot behind these padded walls
Hoping one day they'll fall
And set me free
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Tracy Chapman from I Used To Be A Sailor
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Gung ho
high or low
used to things
turnin’ out so
(DPS)

cycle lapse

2006-08-31T11:13:00.001+03:00

Image: Eric Zener - The Search
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(DPS)

spiel
You ask me how my day was and I give you the usual spiel about dancing and dreaming and slavery and suicide - the latter I just throw in to check if you were paying attention, and of course you weren’t, and of course I was only joking - but not quite.

legend
On some nights I dream of my grandpa. He only had one eye. He was a legend in his own time and a legend in my mind. Even though he only had one eye he never wore a pirate’s patch over it. I always thought that was a waste of a bad eye. If I were ever left with one eye, I’d definitely wear a pirate’s patch and try to pass myself off as one of the bad guys.

dodgy
Sometimes at night I see this recurring nightmare…Henry Fonda in a trench-coat on a bridge coming my way. When he gets up close I see he only has one eye. He has a patch over the faulty one with a stud in the center. I always wanted a pirate’s patch.

soggy
Do you want to know how the nightmare ends? I’ll tell ya anyway… Henry pulls a double barrelled gun out of his trench-coat and points it in my face. I usually wake up at this point in a nervous sweat. It’s always really foggy…and everything is soggy.

P:
Is there a line that I can write
Sad enough to make you cry ?
Gin Blossoms - Found Out About You

boquitas pintadas

2006-08-31T11:12:00.001+03:00

Image: Eric Zener - Illumination
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Corinne Bailey Rae - Like A Star

AEOLIAD
I told you my stories. You loved them so much. When we took breaks, we’d go up to the top of the mountain. There you would create a breeze. I told you so many stories. The ones you loved most were the ones you thought you’d heard before. You’d say ‘Wait! I gotta go for a pee’ … you’d go set zephyr free, come back and say ‘Now, where were we?’
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I’m the only one here laughin’
Laughin’ till I wet my pants
Laughin’ till I am in tears
To the punchline’s beat I dance
(DPS)
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I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other people's eyes
Butthole Surfers - Pepper

The title of this post courtesy of Manuel Puig

painkiller

2006-08-31T11:10:00.001+03:00

(ούτις)
If anybody ever asks who did this, I will say it was Nobody, Nobody…Nobody did.

(P) :
ANYONE
‘anyone can see through me,
But you’re not anyone’
Joan as Policewoman -Anyone
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the chains of habit are too weak to be felt
until they are too strong to be broken
Samuel Johnson

DPS:
I don’t want this painkiller no more
I get so hooked on it and then
I can’t make out the forest for the trees
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Turin Brakes - Painkiller (Summer Rain)
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Image: Eric Zener - Family Therapy

Great Waves

2006-08-31T11:09:00.001+03:00

Image: Hokusai (1760-1849)
The Great Wave
or
The Breaking Wave of Kanagawa
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Children play at being soldiers. But why do soldiers play at being children?
Karl Krauss
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I sometimes think of her when I look up to the stars. I feel her lookin’ down on me, I swear. She’s like an angel of mine – one of many, cuz I need at least a dozen to get by. Sometimes, when the first raindrop of an incoming storm lands on my cheek, I feel her presence and I can almost make out her face in the clouds above. That’s when I get to feeling …
(DPS)

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Where has he gone
My dearest son?
Perhaps during the uprising
The cruel army killed him
Ah, you bad people
In the name of God, the most Holy,
Tell me, why did you kill
My son?
Never again
Will I have his support
Even if I cry
My old eyes out
Were my bitter tears
To create another River Oder
They could not restore to life
My son
He lies in his grave
And I know not where
Though I keep asking people
Everywhere
Perhaps the poor child
Lies in a rough ditch
And instead could be
Lying in his warm bed
Oh, sing for him
God’s little song birds
Since his mother
Cannot find him
And you, God’s little flowers
May you blossom all around
So that my son
May sleep happily
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Folk song originally in the dialect of the Opole region (Poland)
Translation by Krystyna Carter
from Henryk Gorecki, Symphony 3
(P)

CALYPSO

2006-08-31T11:08:00.001+03:00

Image: Jeff Wall - Dead Troops Talk
A vision after an ambush of a Red Army Patrol, near Moqor, Afghanistan, Winter 1986
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P:

CALYPSO
suzanne vega

my name is calypso
and i have lived alone
i live on an island
and i waken to the dawn
a long time ago
i watched him struggle with the sea
i knew that he was drowning
and i brought him into me
now today
come morning light
he sails away
after one last night
i let him go.
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my name is calypso
my garden overflows
thick and wild and hidden
is the sweetness there that grows
my hair it blows long
as i sing into the wind
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my name is calypso
and i have lived alone
i live on an island
i tell of nights
where i could taste the salt on his skin
salt of the waves
and of tears
and though he,pulled away
i kept him here for years
i let him go
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my name is calypso
i have let him go
in the dawn he sails away
to be gone forever more
and the waves will take him in again
but he'll know their ways now
i will stand upon the shore
with a clean heart
and my song in the wind
the sand will sting my feet
and the sky will burn
it's a lonely time ahead
i do not ask him to return
i let him go
i let him go

from solitude standing

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You’ve gotta play. I’m tellin’ ya, you’ve gotta. I’m sayin’ you are ready. Yeah, there’s a reason we kept you on the bench for so long. Rest assured, it is no reflection of our thoughts on your game, which is definitely, hmm… on. So! In this most crucial and timely of circumstances, we’d like you to get up and join the game. So! Whadayasay?!
(DPS)

the patience of angels

2006-08-31T11:07:00.001+03:00

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A creature that hides and ‘withdraws into its shell’, is preparing a ‘way out’. This is true of the entire scale of metaphors, from the resurrection of a man in his grave, to the sudden outburst of one who has long been silent.
Gaston Bachelard
from The Poetics Of Space
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whirl

It whirled me silly-
I gasped -

It was too close –
Not close enough

It tore me in two -
I multiplied further

It became a part of me
For ever
(DPS)
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Starfish and coffee
Maple syrup and jam
Butterscotch clouds, a tangerine
And a side order of ham
If u set your mind free, honey
Maybe youd understand
Starfish and coffee
Maple syrup and jam
PRINCE
Starfish & Coffee
(P)
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Image: Eric Zener - Facing Change
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the title of this post courtesy of Eddie Reader

ITHACA AND EVERYTHING AFTER

2006-08-31T11:06:00.001+03:00

After six whole days in Ithaca,
five of them prostrate,
I got to wonderin’ bout my end
And cursing my own fate
I caught myself there wishing
For yet another war
(DPS)
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Honeymoon In Beirut
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ON THE MOON, OR THE WAYWARD HUSBAND
On the moon, (he goes there quite often), there is a giant dry land oyster, who rathers dust than water. This oyster can talk because I say it can, says the man who goes quite often.
His wife is willing.
Willing what? Says the man who goes quite often.
To accompany her husband quite often. Deep in himself, he shuts his eyes and dreams he awakens someplace else. There a giant dry land oyster who rathers dust to water for reasons known only to itself. All of this is placed on the moon for reasons of privacy. When the earth is dark the moon is bright… One is thankful that the husband that goes quite often returns just as often; not completely, else he should not go again.
by Russell Edson in ‘The Very Thing That Happens’
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I write down everything that you say
So I don’t get lonely when you go away
Book Of Love, ‘Book Of Love’
(P)

THE ROSE

2006-08-31T11:04:00.001+03:00

We’re already living after the end of the world. No need to fret anymore.
Norman O. Brown
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"...Children shelled ? That's all
Very well, but would you
Please keep the noise
Down low ?
Because you're waking
The lazy sunbathers ...
Oh, the lazy sunbathers
MORRISSEY
from The Lazy Sunbathers
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‘I’m from Japan. My father is a Ninja. My mother is a Geisha.’
Yumiko Kayukawa at La luz De Jesus Gallery (July 7 – July 30, 2006)
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So we talked about the horses. It felt nice being close to you that way. We talked all through the afternoon. I get teary eyed when I remember the site. It was as sweet as it had ever been. I thought about mentioning the Trojan horse there and then. But I was so overwhelmed I decided to leave it be. You know, these things I can’t put labels on, they’re all I want to see. And you..you were really something…saying something on the wind. I’m so slow…my pace. I’m so slow I’m always praying I don’t cause any harm. I’d hate to think I have. But it has happened before. And that Trojan horse I never told you about. It never intended to hurt a hair on a glowing head. I don’t really remember who was where or what it was I said. Sometimes, at times like these, these eternal moments, there is so much beauty, I think I could just pop.
(DPS)

Belle And Sebastian - Me And The Major

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Me and the Major could become close friends cause we

Get on the same train and he wants to talk to me

Me and the Major could become close friends cause we

Get on the same train and he wants to talk

But there is too much history, too much biography between us

Me and the Major don't see eye to eye on a

Number of things, he'll take a guy like me and then

Me and the Major don't see eye to eye on a

Number of things, he'll take a guy like me

And put him in the army

Cause the Queen's own army makes a man of you

But he doesn't understand and he doesn't try

He knows there's something missing and he knows it's you and I

We're the younger generation, we grew up fast

All the others did drugsThey're taking it out on us

They're taking it out on us

Me and the Major are from different worlds,
but if I get stuck in the lift it's always with a toff

Me and the Major are from different worlds,

but ifI get stuck in the lift it's always with a man

Of noble standing who looks down on me like I was never born

I think the Major's going quite insane, he goes

Along the pavement and comes back again, oh yeah

I think the Major's going quite insane, he goes

Along the pavement and comes back again

Like he is on parade, and he is on parade

At least he thinks so

Now he is swapping his tent for a sheltered home

He doesn't have a family, he is living alone

He remembers all the punks and the hippies too

And he remembers Roxy Music in seventy-two

He doesn't understand and he doesn't try

He knows there's something missing and he knows it's you and I

We're the younger generation, we grew up fast

All the others did drugs

They're taking it out on us

I want a dance, I want a drink of whisky so I

Forget the Major and go up the town

Because the snow is falling

Image: Eric Zener - The Choice

THE EXTENUATING CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE …

2006-08-31T11:02:00.001+03:00

If you’re going through hell, keep going
Winston Churchill
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There is no rest for the wicked
No shut eye for the hiding breed
No Z’s for denial’s naughty
No peace for the lonely seed
(DPS)
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P: Petal (?)
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EPIC CURE

2006-08-31T11:00:00.001+03:00

Ω Muse
Just this...

Image: Eric Zener - Man Out On The Edge

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The clocks do not work.
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‘The world is large, but in us it is deep as the sea’
R M Rilke
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‘…but many hearts will understand me…’
Gerard de Nerval in ‘Sylvie’
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vino, primera, pura
juan ramon jimenez
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DPS: Daily Pop Songs (?)
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I was the teacher, I was the pupil

AUGUSTE

2006-07-24T14:13:00.001+03:00

To be yourself, just yourself, is a great thing

Henry Miller ‘The Smile at the Foot Of the Ladder’

tiny tunes for the spheres

multum, non multa (Pliny)

I thought about my small victories and everything I’d seen destroyed, I’d swum through mink coats on my parents’ bed while they hosted downstairs, I’d lost the only person I could have spent my only life with, I’d left behind a thousand tons of marble, I could have released sculptures, I could have released myself from the marble of myself. I’d experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough?

Jonathan Safran Foer

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

I ONLY COME TO LIFE

2006-07-24T14:12:00.001+03:00

WHEN PEOPLE ARE WATCHING

Red Skelton
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K D Lang
Constant Craving
from Ingenue
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alt
σαμερμιξβολσιξ
λασκαρισμεν videoμπλογκ
τσιρκοσιξ

PRESSURE

2006-07-24T14:10:00.001+03:00

I am not a sad clown. I am not a sad clown.
Nathan Lane
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...and then when I went to Chicago, that's when I had these outer space experiences and went to the other planets.
Sun Ra
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If your god bestows protection upon you
And if the USA doesn't bomb you
I believe I will see you somewhere safe
Looking to the camera, messing aroundand pulling faces.
Morrissey - I Will See You In Far Off Places

nunc stans

2006-07-24T14:09:00.001+03:00

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rock n roll
Mayday! Mayday!
We gotta rock n roll
Get outta this place
'cuz it's gonna blow!
we're headin' back to foxbase by the sea...
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twins? ja?!
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both directed by Philippe Decouflé
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For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of love is on high,
beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the Sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 'Maud'
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play : πλέει
news : νους

famous blue cloud suit

2006-07-24T14:08:00.001+03:00

If there are twelve clowns in a ring, you can jump in the middle and start reciting Shakespeare, but to the audience, you'll just be the thirteenth clown
Adam Walinsky
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a definition for AUGUSTE

Accompanying a circus clown, as part of a troupe, or as one of a clown duo, there is often another clown character known as an auguste, but the auguste's role is different from the other clowns: he is the "straight man" in most gags. The Auguste is so self-important that the audience inevitably takes the other clown to heart as their protagonist. 'The Great Bongo' (of the duo Bongo and Clownzo) is an Auguste clown, which moniker he might assure you means "dignified and respectable". In classical European circus the auguste wasn't considered a clown because, technically, his or her role was different. The Auguste is the one who gets the pie in the face, is squirted with water, is knocked down on their backside, sits in the wet paint or has his or her pants ripped off.

(from Wikipedia)

REVEAL / REVEL (or Tears Of A Clown)

2006-07-24T14:06:00.001+03:00

Tears Of A Clown

by Smokey Robinson
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Now if there's a smile on my face
It's only there trying to fool the public
But when it comes down to fooling you
Now honey that's quite a different subject
But don't let my glad expression
Give you the wrong impression
Really I'm sad, oh I'm sadder than sad
You're gone and I'm hurtin' so bad
Like a clown I pretend to be glad

Now there's some sad things known to man
But ain't too much sadder than
The tears of a clown, when there's no one around
Uh hum, oh yeah baby

Now if I appear to be carefree
It's only to camouflage my sadness
And honey to shield my pride I try
To cover this hurt with a show of gladness
But don't let my show convince you
That I've been happy since you
Decided to go, oh I need you so
I'm hurt and I want you to know
But for others I put on a show, ooh yeah

Just like Pagliacci did
I try to keep my surface hid
Smiling in the public eye
But in my lonely room I cry
The tears of a clown
When there's no one around, oh yeah, baby baby
Now if there's a smile on my face
Don't let my glad expression
Give you the wrong impression
Don't let this smile I wear
Make you think that I don't care
When really I'm sad, hurting so bad

SMILE

2006-07-24T14:04:00.001+03:00

If you’re feelin’ under the weather
Slightly helter, or even skelter
Why don't ya leave it
Yeah, Let it all fall down
Smile,
You haven’t done that in a while -
Try,
try not to,
let it bring you down.
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e.s july 2006
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At night I lie awake
in the ruthless Unspoken,
knowing that planets
come to life, bloom,
and die away,
like day-lilies opening
one after another
in every nook and cranny
of the Universe
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Diane Ackerman from 'The Planets: A Cosmic Pastoral'
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SHIP OF FOOLS

Erasure
from
The Innocents
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5 months left till : Christmas eve !
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OLE!?

send in the clowns

2006-07-24T14:02:00.001+03:00

Send In The Clowns

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.

Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Just when I'd stopped
Opening doors,
Finally knowing
The one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again
With my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.

Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want -
Sorry, my dear.
And where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year . .
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by Stephen Sondheim
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The 'great lights', as the Sun and Moon are described in Genesis make a matched pair. For although the Moon measures only one four-hundredth the Sun's million mile diameter, it nevertheless lies four hundred times closer to Earth. This uncanny coincidence of size and distance enables the puny moon to block out the Sun whenever the two bodies converge on their shared path across Earth's sky.

Dava Sobel in The Planets

...and i can feel it in the air

it's better with you around

and i can feel it getting better

Captain, 'Glorious' (from 'This Is Hazelville')

GALILEO

2006-07-24T14:01:00.001+03:00

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David Bowie, Life On Mars?
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Man is a microcosm, or a little world, because he is an extract from all the stars and planets of the whole firmament, from the earth and the elements; and so he is their quintessence.
Philipus Aureolus Paracelsus
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How long till my soul get’s it right
Can any human ever reach that kind of light?
Indigo Girls, Galileo
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The more you try to erase me, the more that I appear
The more I try to erase you, the more that you appear
Thom Yorke, from 'The Eraser'
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for the death of all analysis ...

SATURNALIA

2006-07-24T14:00:00.001+03:00

Saturn brings not only physical decay, but also a vision of fulfillment
Holst, on Saturn
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I remember in the circus learning that the clown was the prince, the high prince. I always thought that the high prince was the lion or the magician, but the clown is the most important.
Roberto Benigni

...and another robert!

ROBERT PLANT - LITTLE BY LITTLE

...and one more that saves the day - and the planet from destruction!

Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
Iris Murdoch

you scream? ice cream?

reveille

i took a wrong turn at reveille

found myself in a coral valley

was a seamount at unrest

set on th'idea of self to crest

O FOR TUNA

2006-07-12T13:14:00.001+03:00

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You can tune a piano
But you can’t tuna fish

BOB

2006-07-12T13:13:00.001+03:00

News came down
Across this town
Bob had to go
Where we just don’t know
Before he left he said ‘Don’t worry’
If anything, it is a reason to rejoice

it could happen to you

2006-07-12T13:12:00.001+03:00

News came down
With the brand new sound
Don’t be sad
‘cuz I’ll be sad too -
and don’t crack jokes ‘bout hung halo
It could happen -
even to you

TODAY

2006-07-12T13:10:00.001+03:00

News came down
Heads counted – OK!
If only,
if only,
if only,
If only for today
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SMASHING PUMPKINS – TODAY
from SIAMESE DREAM
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here / now

2006-07-12T13:09:00.001+03:00

The here and now
Is the only thing for which I pray

lighthouse

2006-07-12T13:08:00.001+03:00

News came down,
…he will remember all of this --
What he saw through our own eyes,
everything we showed him,
‘cuz we knew that he was blind...

WHEN I WOKE

2006-07-12T13:06:00.003+03:00

News came down.
When I woke
I took a long hard look -
Where there were once wounds
There was no sign,
No scar.

HAPPY / SAD

2006-07-12T13:06:00.002+03:00

I’m happy sad, he said
‘Please lay me by the sea’
I’m happy sad, he said
‘Please leave me, let me be’
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the title of this post courtesy of Tim Buckley

what is the light?

2006-07-12T13:05:00.001+03:00

He came from very far-
Perhaps it was a star
Someone who saw him leave said
'There was so much light'
and swore
'I’ve never seen a scene half as bright'
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the title of this post courtesy of The Flaming Lips

TONIGHT

2006-07-12T13:02:00.001+03:00

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Tonight I don’t feel
Like crying myself to sleep
and if I do
perhaps the tears will be
of joy
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SMASHING PUMPKINS – TONIGHT TONIGHT
from MELLON COLLIE AND THE INFINITE SADNESS

NEKYIA

2006-07-05T15:45:00.001+03:00

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for Pop Kinderpop (July 6, 1941 - July 31, 1991)
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THE WILDERNESS YEARS
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Some people come closer after a thing like that…but we just drifted apart…I remember counting the days to get out of that place and then I finally did and just didn’t look back…and then, years later, I came back and everything had changed and I decided to leave again…and then years after that I came back and mama came down to the port to pick me up and I had put on lots of weight and had long hair and a beard and I stood in front of her and I swear she didn’t recognize me…and I said ‘mama’ and opened my arms and she bit her lower lip - the way she does - and hugged me and I could tell I’d be sticking around for a while.

PUZZLE / ISLANDS

2006-07-05T15:40:00.001+03:00

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PUZZLE
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I went for a long walk down by the seaside with all my friends.
Have fun?
Well, fresh air, at least.
Good enough.
That night I slept with K for the first and last time.
I know. I remember…
But we didn’t do anything.
You think I’d mind?
I dunno…maybe yes …maybe no…
Try no.
Well I realized that much … later, as I got to know you a bit more through the stories of others. I’m still putting the puzzle pieces together.
I hope I warranted one of them thousand piece ones.
Of course you did
Is it almost complete?
Not even close.
Cool…
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ISLANDS
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So, are you going anywhere special this summer?
Yep. I’m gonna go to this island I discovered last summer, T--, it’s behind K--, they used to be connected but they got separated after an earthquake…
Earthquakes have that effect sometimes…
If you get on a boat you can see the pillars and ruins of the ancient town under the water …
Sounds fascinating!
It is. And on the island there are no cars, and only one moped - But everybody has their own little boat and they use ‘em all the time to go to K— to run errands and whatever…it’s outta this world.
How are the beaches?
We weren’t that lucky last summer. There are only two beaches and there was a jellyfish convention at one of them, the larger one, so everybody ended up at the nudist beach.
How was that?
Very fleshy…
I can imagine. Where else are you gonna go?
I’m thinking bout making my way to A—
Really?
Yeah, it’s been a no-no for all these years, for the obvious reasons…
I can imagine…
But I think the time has come to face all my demons, and that sure is one of them…
I think you’ll like it. It’s a great place…
So I’ve heard.

I CAN'T REMEMBER A SINGLE JOKE

2006-07-05T15:39:00.001+03:00

You always used to make everyone laugh so much with your jokes. That’s one of the things I remember most from all those years ago. You in the middle and everyone else around you laughing till they wet their pants. You seemed to know all the jokes in the world…and your delivery was always spot on. People loved having you around, and they sorely missed you when you were gone. To this day people- when they realize who’s son I am - tell me what a great person you were and most of them smile and some add what a funny guy you were. I think I got a bit of your wit. I hope I did. It comes out in different ways. But let me tell you something I’ve never managed to fathom….I can’t remember a single joke anyone tells me…ever!

I USED TO BE

2006-07-05T15:37:00.001+03:00

Do you remember? Whenever there was an argument or somebody raised there voice to somebody else in a dispute…there you’d be, mediating…it was the funniest thing…wasn’t a gap you couldn’t bridge…and people would listen to you…and not only ‘cuz you were so amusing. Your brothers would call you 'The Peacemaker', but you didn't like that too much. That was one of your more endearing traits as a kid.

take a picture

2006-07-05T15:33:00.001+03:00

You got into photography a bit too.
Yeah, for a little while..
Thanks for the pic on the tomb.
You’re welcome. Hmmm… I took that one at a parade on the island. I think it was 1990…must have been October 28th. . I remember taking that pic. Who would have known that it would end up…Hey! Can you answer a question for me?
Shoot away…
What do you think of fake plastic flowers?
Same difference…
Hmmm...
I assume you don’t like the idea?
I think I’d like something in a pot. Actually, I want to be cremated. I think they have found a way to work around it here, these days. They send the body to Bulgaria or wherever and have it done there and send it back.
I’m sure your mother loves that idea.
Yeah, she finds it absolutely thrilling.
So why’d’ya stop taking pictures?
I dunno…I guess it stopped being fun. The darkroom became kindalike a cave for me. I had to escape.
You ever consider going digital?
Yeah..but I went theoretical, instead.
You always had that tendency.
I know. I took it one step further and ended up in admin…hmmm
What?
I think I just found another pattern…
They’re everywhere, aren’t they?

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TAKE A PICTURE
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by FILTER

BORNE

2006-07-05T15:28:00.002+03:00

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Do you still paint?
Not anymore, not really. I doodle sometimes. I got into writing…
You were always into writing.
Yeah, well, I got more into it.
Have you published anything?
Just a few articles here and there… and I self financed a collection of poems, but let’s not go there.
Why not?
Terrible, terrible…
Why?
Maybe I wasn’t ready…
Hmmm…and?
There was a spelling mistake…
A spelling mistake?
A major one.
Are there minor ones?
Not really, I guess.
Which word?
Borne. I forgot the ‘e’.
Oh my…
I know…I still see that ‘e’ in nightmares sometimes
Get over it! So, you haven’t written since?
Well I keep a journal on line. Hey…have you heard of the internet? You weren’t around when that…
I know about the internet... So, do you still give them titles?
Yep!
What are you calling the current one?
The Deep Sea Bop of Friendrick Kinderpop.
Good one!

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JUMBO by UNDERWORLD
from BEAUCOUP FISH

DIZZY

2006-07-05T15:25:00.001+03:00

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So how has life been treating you?
I dunno. I’m living in a city again. I never seem to learn. I guess I’m not a city boy…
Actually, you used to love visiting cities. So much to see… You’d just try to take it all in. They’d drive you crazy, in a good way. Remember when we went to NY in ‘91?
Of course…Just before…it’s almost like you knew or something.
Maybe I did. Remember when we parted and met up again back at your aunt’s afterwards and I’d been mugged?
And I didn’t believe you…
It really happened!
Sorry…I was so mean to you on that one…
It’s OK
But in my defense, I was sixteen! I hated the world
Oh?! You don’t anymore?
Do I hate the world?
Do ya?
I don’t think I hate it. But it does make me dizzy. Some times I think I wanna get off.

board or plank

2006-07-05T15:23:00.001+03:00

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How have you been?
Well, I’m not sure if I’ve totally messed up or if I’m doin’ fine. It’s really thin..the line.
You always were a worrier…
I guess so
And you always feared them headlong dives. Do you remember how, at the Y, you spent three terms as a polliwog, just because you were afraid to jump off the board?
I think I was a minnow, and that was a plank!
It was just a board…

the strangest day

2006-07-05T15:20:00.002+03:00

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How did I look?
I never saw you.
Why not?
I didn’t want to remember you that way.
It might have helped you.
Maybe…
That day - I hung around afterwards - you sat on the porch with a book. I think it was Camus or Zweig. You couldn’t take two words in.
That was the strangest day…

not a word

2006-07-05T15:19:00.001+03:00

We had a big pyjama party, ordered pizzas, watched videos, smoked cigarettes. In the morning we woke and R’s mom called and said that it was serious. You were already gone. I went to shave the few whiskers I had off, and uncle G came by. He had tears in his eyes. I saw him through the mirror and cut myself. He didn't have to say a word.

BUCCANEER

2006-06-30T14:54:00.001+03:00

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What would you say
If I told you I was once a Buccaneer

Could I convince you
If I said Ahoy
Howz’ about ‘ere ‘ere

Could you believe it, can you see it
do ya need sad hooks in you
How about a pirate’s smile
Is there a way to get thru,
thru to you

What would you say
If I said I found a treasure map
and how could I make you see
I’d keep you safe from all the traps

Would you be willing
To dive for pearls
In a deep-sea skive with me
or are you still too scared
To deal with what
What it is you think you’ll see

Take a deep breath
Take a deep breath
Goin’ under,
Down deep,
Deep under

I wonder will them clouds
Ever go away
At times like these I wonder
Wonder what you’d say

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e.s
june 2006

paper ship

2006-06-30T14:52:00.001+03:00

Take the letter in your hand
Make a fold, and make a fold.
Make it into a little boat
And place a candle in the hold
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James Fenton, from ‘Martine’s Song’

PAPER TIGER

2006-06-30T14:50:00.001+03:00

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Just like a paper tiger
Torn apart by idle hands
Through the helter skelter morning
Fix yourself while you still can
No more ashes to ashes
No more cinders from the sky
All the laws of creation
Tell a dead man how to die
O deserts down below us
And storms up above
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a paper tiger in the sun
Looking through a broken diamond
To make the past what it should be
Through the ruins and the weather
Capsized boats in the sea
O deserts down below us
And storms up above
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a paper tiger in the sun
We're just holding on to nothing
To see how long nothing lasts
O deserts down below us
And storms up above
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a paper tiger in the sun
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by BECK
from SEA CHANGE

Boiiiing !

2006-06-30T14:49:00.001+03:00

Hold My Head
We’ll trampoline...
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Pixies ‘Velouria’

FLOATATION

2006-06-30T14:48:00.001+03:00

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by GRID
from Electric Head

sea change

2006-06-30T14:47:00.001+03:00

Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
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William Shakespeare, The Tempest

The Sad Message

2006-06-30T14:45:00.001+03:00

The Captain becomes moody at sea. He's
afraid of water; such bully amounts that prove the
seas. . .

A glass of water is one thing. A man easily downs
it, capturing its menace in his bladder; pissing it
away. A few drops of rain do little harm, save to
remind of how grief looks upon the cheek.

One day the water is willing to bear your ship
upon its back like a liquid elephant. The next day
the elephant doesn't want you on its back, and
says, I have no more willingness to have you
there; get off.

At sea this is a sad message.

The Captain sits in his cabin wearing a
parachute, listening to what the sea might say. . .

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by Russell Edson

Heave To

2006-06-30T14:44:00.001+03:00

Polly Wann’a Cracker

plankdance

2006-06-30T14:43:00.001+03:00

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man who sailed with him
was taking quite a chance,
he'd hang them from the gallows
just to see if they could dance
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adam ant, ‘jolly roger’
from ‘kings of the wild frontier’

MANCHILD

2006-06-30T14:41:00.001+03:00

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by Neneh Cherry
from Raw Like Sushi

fall in a river

2006-06-28T18:14:00.001+03:00

Don't ask me where
to fall in a river
Might not deliver you
all the way home
I guess that you must
think I'm stupid or something
Well, that's a good thing
That's okay
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'Fall In A River' by Badly Drawn Boy
from 'The Hour Of Bewilderbeast'
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OH MY GOTH, I’M SO DEPECHED

2006-06-28T18:09:00.001+03:00

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ENJOY THE SILENCE
by Depeche Mode

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Xerxes? / Κθέρκθη?

Take It Easy

2006-06-28T18:05:00.001+03:00

...and if it's easy, take it twice !

incompletion

2006-06-28T18:04:00.001+03:00

Under history, memory and forgetting.
Under memory and forgetting, life.
But writing a life is another story.
Incompletion.
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Paul Ricoeur
‘Memory, History, Forgetting’
Translated by Kathleen Blamey and David Pellauer

PETS

2006-06-28T18:02:00.001+03:00

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PETS
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Children, Children are innocent
A teenager's fucked up in the head
Adults are even more fucked up
And elderlies are like children

Will there be another race
To come along and take over for us?
Maybe martians could do
Better than we've done
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!

My friend says we're like the dinosaurs
Only we are doing ourselves in
Much faster than they
Ever did
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!

We will make great pets
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We will make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
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by Porno For Pyros

on shells

2006-06-28T17:58:00.001+03:00

The concept that corresponds to a shell is so clear, so hard, and so sure that a poet, unable simply to draw it and, reduced rather to speaking of it, is at first at a loss for images. He is arrested in his flight towards dream values by the geometrical reality of the forms. And these forms are so numerous, often so original, that after a positive examination of the shell world, the imagination is defeated by reality.

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Gaston Bachelard, ‘The Poetics Of Space’
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image: caroline muir

new clown

2006-06-28T17:56:00.001+03:00

in town

aw c'mon

2006-06-28T17:55:00.001+03:00

its a poem
its not supposed
to mean anything,
but just be.
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(d. last night)

She Likes Rides

2006-06-28T17:52:00.001+03:00

She Likes Movies
And She likes Stars
She Likes Sunsets
And She likes Cars
Yeah she Likes Parties
And She Likes Skies
But more than Music
She Likes Rides

She Likes Rides

She Likes Rides

She likes wah wah guitars and
Little Men from outer space

She likes pink and red and yellow
And sometimes she likes her space

But before you’ve discovered
What she hides inside

Take my advice and know
She Likes Rides
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e.s / 2002

SIGUR ROS - SAEGLOPUR

2006-06-27T10:41:00.001+03:00

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from the album TAKK...

WIDDERSHINS / FERAL

2006-06-23T11:10:00.001+03:00

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untame yourself

what the heart knows today

2006-06-23T11:08:00.001+03:00

the head will understand tomorrow
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james stephens (1882 – 1950, r.i.p)

pyramid song

2006-06-23T11:07:00.001+03:00

I jumped in the river and what did I see? Black-eyed angels swam with me A moon full of stars and astral cars All the things I used to see All my lovers were there with me All my past and futures And we all went to heaven in a little row boat There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt I jumped into the river Black-eyed angels swam with me A moon full of stars and astral cars And all the things I used to see All my lovers were there with me All my past and futures And we all went to heaven in a little row boat There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt ...

There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt

by radiohead
from 'amnesiac' (2001)

i had a dream

2006-06-23T11:06:00.001+03:00

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I had a dream this nasty place flooded. In full diver’s regalia I swam in to inspect. The city had been evacuated, with the exception of some talking heads revved up for their transmissions and some taxi drivers, who had turned their vehicles into subs - they were overcharging for a ride around town. This mess was more beautiful than it had been in aeons. Some taxis moved in unison and looked like schools of fish. The ones left behind hoped to make a quick buck…apart from me, of course…I stayed behind to make sure of my luck.
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e.s
june, 2006

THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS

2006-06-23T11:04:00.001+03:00

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There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
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Sara Teasdale, 1920

anything / everything

2006-06-23T11:03:00.001+03:00

the mind of man is capable of anything –
because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future
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joseph conrad, ‘heart of darkness’

the show of wisdom

2006-06-23T10:57:00.001+03:00

SOCRATES: At the Egyptian city of Naucratis, there was a famous old god, whose name was Theuth; the bird which is called the Ibis is sacred to him, and he was the inventor of many arts, such as arithmetic and calculation and geometry and astronomy and draughts and dice, but his great discovery was the use of letters. Now in those days the god Thamus was the king of the whole country of Egypt; and he dwelt in that great city of Upper Egypt which the Hellenes call Egyptian Thebes, and the god himself is called by them Ammon. To him came Theuth and showed his inventions, desiring that the other Egyptians might be allowed to have the benefit of them; he enumerated them, and Thamus enquired about their several uses, and praised some of them and censured others, as he approved or disapproved of them. It would take a long time to repeat all that Thamus said to Theuth in praise or blame of the various arts. But when they came to letters, This, said Theuth, will make the Egyptians wiser and give them better memories; it is a specific both for the memory and for the wit. Thamus replied: O most ingenious Theuth, the parent or inventor of an art is not always the best judge of the utility or inutility of his own inventions to the users of them. And in this instance, you who are the father of letters, from a paternal love of your own children have been led to attribute to them a quality which they cannot have; for this discovery of yours will create forgetfulness in the learners' souls, because they will not use their memories; they will trust to the external written characters and not remember of themselves. The specific which you have discovered is an aid not to memory, but to reminiscence, and you give your disciples not truth, but only the semblance of truth; they will be hearers of many things and will have learned nothing; they will appear to be omniscient and will generally know nothing; they will be tiresome company, having the show of wisdom without its reality.
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Plato, ‘Phaedrus’
Translation by Benjamin Jowett.

image courtesy of THE KLF

from the sea close by

2006-06-23T10:55:00.001+03:00

I grew up in the sea and poverty was sumptuous, then I lost the sea and found all luxuries grey and poverty unbearable. Since then, I have been waiting. I wait for the homebound ships, the house of the waters, the limpidity of day. I wait patiently, am polite with all my strength. Men see me walk by in fine and learned streets, I admire landscapes, applaud like everyone else, shake hands, but it is not me speaking. Men praise me, I dream a little, they insult me, I scarcely show surprise. Then I forget, and smile at the man who insulted me, or am too courteous in greeting the person I love. What can I do if all I can remember is one image? Finally they call upon me to tell them who I am. ‘Nothing yet, nothing yet…’

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Albert Camus, intro to ‘The Sea Close By’ (Logbook)

strange

2006-06-23T10:54:00.001+03:00

Strange? Why shouldn’t it be strange? It is strange. It is all strange.
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Saul Bellow, ‘Henderson The Rain King’

IDLEWILD

2006-06-23T10:47:00.001+03:00

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TALK TALK - It's My Life (Music Video)

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modest mouse
three songs from ‘the moon & antarctica’ :
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DARK CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE
Well i might
disintegrate into the thin air if you like
And I'm not
the dark center of the universe like you thought
Well it took a lot of work to be the ass that I am
And I'm pretty damn sure that anyone can
Easily, equally fuck ya over
Well God said something but he didn't mean it
Everyone's life ends but no one ever completes it
Dry and wet ice, they both melt
and you're equally cheated
Well it took a lot of work...
Well an endless ocean landing on an endless desert
Well it's funny as hell, but no one laughs when they get there
If you can't see the thin air
Why the hell should you care?
Well it took a lot of work...
Well sure you'll tell me you've got nothing to say
And I went and shook hands the other day
If you can't see the thin air then
What the hell is in your way?
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GRAVITY RIDES EVERYTHING
Oh gotta see, gotta know right now
What's that riding on your everything?
It isn't anything at all
Oh gotta see, gotta know right now
What's that writing on your shelf
In the bathrooms and the bad motels?
No one really cared for it at all
Not the gravity plan
Early, early in the morning
It pulls all on down my sore feet
I wanna go back to sleep
In the motions and the things that you say
It all will fall, fall right into place
As fruit drops, flesh it sags
Everything will fall right into place
When we die, some sink and some lay
But at least I don't see you float away
And all the spilt milk, sex and weight
It all will fall, fall right into place
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THIRD PLANET
Everything that keeps me together is falling apart, I've got
this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over
My boss just quit the job says he's goin?out to find blind
spots and he'll do it
The 3rd Planet is sure that they're being watched by an
eye in the sky that can't be stopped
When you get to the promise land your gonna shake that
eyes hand
Your heart felt good it was drippin?pitch and made of wood
And your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass beneath
Outside naked, shiverin?looking blue, from the cold
sunlight that's reflected off the moon
Baby cum angels fly around you reminding you we used
to be three and not just two
And that's how the world began
And that's how the world will end
A 3rd had just been made and we were swimming in the
water, didn't know then was it a son was it a daughter
When it occurred to me that the animals are swimming
around in the water in the oceans in our bodies and
another had been found another ocean on the planet
given that our blood is just like the Atlantic
And how
The universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go
straight long enough you'll end up where you were

I AM GOING TO HAPPEN

2006-06-16T11:14:00.001+03:00

image: www.asweettasteofcharleston.com/ cakes

self

2006-06-16T11:13:00.001+03:00

is a project, something to be built -
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Susan Sontag from ‘The Aesthetics of Silence’ in ‘Under the Sign Of Saturn’

CLOSE TO ME

2006-06-16T11:11:00.001+03:00

by The Cure

the devil

2006-06-16T11:10:00.001+03:00

wouldn’t recognize you

violence

2006-06-16T11:09:00.001+03:00

The violence you mete out is always the mirror of the violence you inflict on yourself.
The violence you inflict on yourself is always the mirror of the violence you mete out.
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Jean Baudrillard, ‘The Intelligence Of Evil’

hoi polloi

2006-06-16T11:07:00.001+03:00

people seem not to see that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character
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ralph waldo emerson

the mirror turn lamp

2006-06-16T11:06:00.001+03:00

“It must go further still: that soul must become its own betrayer, its own deliverer, the one activity, the mirror turn lamp.”.
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William Butler Yeats

you better ...

2006-06-16T11:04:00.001+03:00

... love lovin’ and you better behave
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tears for fears, ‘woman in chains’