"That was the year, my twenty-eighth, when I was discovering that not all of the promises would be kept, that some things are in fact irrevocable and that it had counted after all, every evasion and every procrastination, every mistake, every word, all of it."
Joan Didion, “Goodbye to All That” (via fevereddream)
24 April 2014
"And It Stoned Me" by Van Morrison

shelterfromthenorm:

"And It Stoned Me" by Van Morrison

On the way back home we sang a song
But our throats were getting dry
Then we saw the man from across the road
With the sunshine in his eyes
Well he lived all alone in his own little home
With a great big gallon jar
There were bottles too, one for me and you
And he said Hey! There you are

22 April 2014
flavorpill:

Is it possible for us to let nostalgia be, instead of always capitalizing on it? Or is bringing our favorite films back to life just too damn satisfying?
Come On, Gen Xers: Let Your Favorite ’80s Movies Die

flavorpill:

Is it possible for us to let nostalgia be, instead of always capitalizing on it? Or is bringing our favorite films back to life just too damn satisfying?

Come On, Gen Xers: Let Your Favorite ’80s Movies Die

20 April 2014

cloudyskiesandcatharsis:

No Seconds by Henry Hargreaves - Recreations of Death Row Inmates’ Last Meals

This project by photographer Henry Hargreaves is both intriguing and disturbing at the same time. The series, entitled No Seconds, features the last meals requested by inmates on death row. Hargreaves recreated the meals as he imagines they were served, complete with silverware, tablecloths, and lacy placemats. The details of each inmate are listed beside the photograph, including name, age, and the way that they were scheduled to die.

19 April 2014
"[Grace] strikes us when our disgust for our own being, our indifference, our weakness, our hostility, and our lack of direction have become intolerable to us. It strikes us when, year after year, the longed-for perfection of life does not appear, when the old compulsions reign within us as they have for decades, when despair destroys all joy and courage. Sometimes at that moment, a wave of light breaks into our darkness, and it is as though a voice were saying: ‘You are accepted, accepted by that which is greater than you, and the name of which you do not know. Do not try to do anything now; perhaps later you will do much. Do not seek for anything, do not perform anything, do not intend anything. Simply accept the fact that you are accepted!’ If that happens to us, we experience grace."
"Even when you self-destruct, you want to fail more, lose more, die more than others, stink more than others."
Cosmopolis, Don DeLillo (via statisme)
scherzi:

Ken Loach’s Looking for Eric was totally fun and heartwarming and totally not Ken Loach-ish. #cantona

scherzi:

Ken Loach’s Looking for Eric was totally fun and heartwarming and totally not Ken Loach-ish. #cantona

"There is little conjunction of truth and social “reality”. Around us are pseudo-events, to which we adjust with a false consciousness adapted to see these events as true and real, and even as beautiful. In the society of men the truth resides now less in what things are than in what they are not. Our social realities are so ugly if seen in the light of exiled truth, and beauty is almost no longer possible if it is not a lie."
Ronald David Laing (via potentialhydrogenbomb)
heatherchristle:

I’m preparing to teach Daniil Kharms in my poetry class at Sarah Lawrence, and it just so happens that the new translation of Alexander Vvedensky’s poems is very nearly now out from the NYRB/Poets series. (A millions thanks to Eugene Ostashevsky and Matvei Yankelevich for their work in translating!)
The request that begins the last sentence of the paragraph above, from the book’s introduction, I cannot shift from my head.
But I do not want to make the mistake of making the life of either man about his death, so soon I will write more—and on the poems themselves!

heatherchristle:

I’m preparing to teach Daniil Kharms in my poetry class at Sarah Lawrence, and it just so happens that the new translation of Alexander Vvedensky’s poems is very nearly now out from the NYRB/Poets series. (A millions thanks to Eugene Ostashevsky and Matvei Yankelevich for their work in translating!)

The request that begins the last sentence of the paragraph above, from the book’s introduction, I cannot shift from my head.

But I do not want to make the mistake of making the life of either man about his death, so soon I will write more—and on the poems themselves!

Schopenhauer's Porcupines

psychotherapy:

"On a cold winter’s day, a group of porcupines huddled together to stay warm and keep from freezing. But soon they felt one another’s quills and moved apart. When the need for warmth brought them closer together again, their quills again forced them apart. They were driven back and forth at the…

14 April 2014

beyondthestills:

No matter what… it is with God

He is gracious and merciful.

His way is through love,

in which we all are.

It is truly -A Love Supreme-

                                                                                        - John Coltrane

"Goodbye" by Cannonball Adderley w/ Bill Evans

givemypoorheartease:

Cannonball Adderley w/ Bill Evans—“Goodbye”

Know What I Mean? (Riverside 1961).

"With a heavy head, with a slothful spirit, exhausted, overstretched, broken, without faith, without love, without a goal, I roam like a shadow among men and I don’t know who I am, why I’m alive, what I want. And I now think that love is nonsense, that embraces are cloying, that there’s no sense in work, that song and passionate speeches are vulgar and outmoded. And everywhere I take with me depression, chill boredom, dissatisfaction, revulsion from life… I am destroyed, irretrievably!"
Anton Chekhov, Ivanov (via blackestdespondency)
thesoviette:

She said she kept Ulysses in her car and had been reading it for a long time. She said she loved the sound of it and would read it aloud to herself to try to make sense of it — but she found it hard going. She couldn’t read it consecutively. When we stopped at a local playground to photograph she got out the book and started to read while I loaded the film. So, of course, I photographed her.
Via Open Culture

thesoviette:

She said she kept Ulysses in her car and had been reading it for a long time. She said she loved the sound of it and would read it aloud to herself to try to make sense of it — but she found it hard going. She couldn’t read it consecutively. When we stopped at a local playground to photograph she got out the book and started to read while I loaded the film. So, of course, I photographed her.

Via Open Culture

 
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