that’s all it took, i placed the sea scape above my bed and the rest came to me like the dust in the morning rays. “you did not kill the fish only… to sell for food… you killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. you loved him when he was alive and you loved him after…”
yes it’s true. from the old man and the sea – ernest hemingway by uh
frank o’hara reading perhaps his most famous work. reinstating the importance of moments, just sharing a soda, a smile, etc. always helps to hear it from the poet’s mouth too. by sv
by sv
“we are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. the potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. we know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. in the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.”
-richard dawkins, unweaving the rainbow
two of my favorite artists in any respect. nothing like some bacon and burroughs early in the morning to liven up an otherwise listless realm of consciousness. by sv
never in a trillion years…. by dd
“there is no way to be truly great in this world. we are all impaled on the crook of conditioning. a fish that is in the water has no choice that he is. genius would have it that we swim in sand. but we are fish and we drown.” – james dean. the subtle truth in these words remains that he was indeed great but even great wasnt great enough for him. that’s dignity for you. the rest of the bits about “live fast, die young” were just too romantic for me. by xy
the brilliant author and painter and one of the greatest minds of the twentieth century, mr. henry miller explores the paradigms of earth, life, death and the thwarting troubles in between. here is a bit of a summary from the man himself:
“no matter what you touch and you wish to know about, you end up in a sea of mystery. you see there’s no beginning or end, you can go back as far as you want, forward as far as you want, but you never got to it, it’s like the essence, it’s that right, it remains. this is the greatest damn thing about the universe. that we can know so much, recognize so much, dissect, do everything, and we can’t grasp it. and it’s meant to be that way, do y’know. and there’s where our reverence should come in. Before everything, the littlest thing as well as the greatest. the tiniest, the horseshit, as well as the angels, do y’know what I mean. tt’s all mystery. all impenetrable, as it were, right?” by sv
my dear,
there may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.
look back, look forth, look close, there may be more prosperous times, more intelligent times, more spiritual times, and more happy times, but this one, this small moment in the history of the universe, this is ours.
and let’s do it with everything. everything.
falsely yours,
jean-paul charles aymard sartre
by sv
i had almost forgotten how much i loved mikael jansson‘s work. by uh
on a shit day, nothing cures more than a little sunshine and some cat power on an amazing sound system. by dd
i don’t know why but for some reason this reminds me of the beatles song… as sung by vincent cassel. by xy
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