February 2010
14 posts
January 2010
17 posts
“One way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a...”
– Gustave Flaubert (via flickflickflicker) (via booklover)
Orgy is a great word for Flaubert’s descriptions. Never seen a character take the world in like Madame Bovary.
“The most important lesson which the reduction teaches us is the impossibility of...”
– Maurice Merleau-Ponty: Phenomenology of perception (via fuckyeahphilosophy)
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dance floor summer night
grimy cling to the wall you grime that stretch - you stretch, along that stretch you flex, grimy cling you washed away you grimy cling that stretch, flexed, pulled on up you sweat you cling up and out and up and up and swing swing swing that ride, down cling, that stretch, up and up and i was led up my eyes that -
the rub of it
i hurtle through the space of void and blank i speed in circles around and round that point around which i whirl approaches it comes to a point concentric in finally coming to a point is come in the void and blank i the moon circle the orbit a circle comes crashing pulled to crash into the point around i whirled into the point and it left me to crash through out into moment to moment you stop like...
nooneishere:
HI BRYMYE (i accidentally deleted your message)
BECAUSE I SECRETLY WANT TO BE AN ARCHITECT.
WHY DO YOU HAVE POCKET ISSUES LIKE ESPECIALLY YOUR LEFT BACK POCKET NOT LIKE I WAS LOOKING OR ANYTHING
Because my pants go from in the dryer to being worn with no in between. The joys of almost never having to see clients…
And of course you were looking, those are fantastic...
nooneishere:
oh hai BryeMye
:D
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january nights, runner
when he runs he runs inside a ball of crystal cast before the fall and casts about for what was his but i owned you, he says
what is owning what is light cast about and sift for that what is yours what could be mine sift and cast and search and crash and roll around inside your ball of crystal cast before your fall among the verdant hills, roll among your valleys, hills, holes, hearts, ...
these days
if you bled me into a glass on a january morning as the sun rose, snow blowing up from drifts
and toasted the sunrise, the departing dawntime, put peachcream dawntime with bloody dusktime a bloodsuck temptation with the sunrise
and tossed my life upon a window pane blood freezing in the dawntime, blowing snow into the bloodlines bloody art time, mixing snowlives, preserving one time, an...
Mirror Neurons (the coolest psychology I know of) →
wahnbriefe:
Say Goodbye to What - Bullion
Crazy Over You - Bullion
this is a fucking amazing 7”. need to get hold of it ASAP.
I think Crazy Over You is a great song… yeah.
So this is what the kids are up to these days. I like. I wonder if I can sustain this and my wordpress blog…