February 2012
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z014 - naked singularity
Du rêve dans les yeux - Sylvain Chauveau
Kuni - Fennesz + Ryuchi Sakamoto
Studio Suicide, 1980 - Tim Hecker
Untitled Transient - Ben Frost
Naked Singularity - Trans AM
AWaltzOfLight (Alternative Version) - Polinski
Glassworks: Floe - Philip Glass Ensemble
liquor don’t walk - LIQUID SKULLS
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What fools we are to pursue in daylight what we should leave for nighttime.
– Edna O’Brien, Number 10 (via frenchtwist)
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It takes one week for the bed to suck up my smell. Neither delicate nor strong, no traces of aftershave or perfumes, which I seldom use, just dead skin, greasy hair, and saliva. As I stare the ceiling on Saturday night, it crawls up the nostrils and gently dismisses any train of thought, until I’m confronted with a presence, both familiar and uncanny.
This smell lives dark corners, still it...
January 2012
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somnambulatorie:
saturnine, adj.
melancholy; taciturn; slow and moody
of a person or their features, dark in coloring and moody or mysterious
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recommendations for a sunday
Pack your fridge with stuff. Low fat milk and orange juice, smooth. Twenty-four mini bottles of a thing supposed to lower your cholesterol. Lemon juice. Cheese slices. Raspberry jam. Pancakes. Eggs: a well furnished fridge always has eggs, large eggs. Mushrooms, two varieties. Carrots. Tomatoes. Pesto. Fresh pasta filled w/ something. One aubergine. One zucchini. Apples, bananas, and...
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yvynyl:
Lockets - Catch Me
Happy that this Philly dreampop duo asked me to debut their new song set to the footage from Bullet Ballet (1998) directed by Shinya Tsukamoto. The clip was an inspired choice to join this single, reflecting that strange urban isolation that feels beautiful and crazed and surreal and unacceptable all at the same time. I guess that’s kinda the point of gauzy dreampop -...
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Les objets ne sont que prétexte à la lumière, s’il n’y avait pas d’objet, la...
– Jean Baudrillard
moncerveaudansmabouche: vanishing & disappearance:
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Do you have a boyfriend?” Her mother took back the phone. Nadine could...
– Water Child - Edwidge Danticat (2000)
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photography is the automatic writing of the light.
– Jean Baudrillard (via nodalpoint)
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Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar....
– Charles Warnke, writer, Berkeley, California
You Should Date an Illiterate Girl
(Thought Catalog, January 19th, 2011)
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of a night at a friend's place
The blinds shut, the room pitch black, there is no ceiling to stare at, so I press the palms on the orbits and follow the light spots.
The edge close, the floor one roll away, there is nowhere else to go, so I hang the arm out of the blanket and let the cold wrap my hand.
The cars passing by have a speed and a direction. They set the pace of the world I drift through.
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Sundays kill more people than bombs
– Charles Bukowski
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December 2011
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Happy New Sunday
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