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Thu, 17 Dec 2009 22:00:38 -0500

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Wed, 16 Dec 2009 10:50:42 -0500

METAL HEART: PEDRO THE LION This song is for Autumn Gomez and...

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 18:59:47 -0500

METAL HEART: PEDRO THE LION

This song is for Autumn Gomez and all of the times we saw David Bazan. Today I wish I was fifteen again.

"No one understood the perfume of the shadow magnolia of your belly. No one knew you crushed..."

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 23:30:19 -0500

“

No one understood the perfume
of the shadow magnolia of your belly.
No one knew you crushed completely
a human bird of love between your teeth.

There slept a thousand little persian horses
in the moonlight plaza of your forehead,
while, for four nights, I embraced there
your waist, the enemy of snowfall.

Between the plaster and the jasmines,
your gaze was a pale branch, seeding.
I tried to give you, in my breastbone,
the ivory letters that say ever.

Ever, ever: garden of my torture,
your body, flies from me forever,
the blood of your veins is in my mouth now,
already light-free for my death.

”

- “Gacela of Unexpected Love” by Lorca

WEEK-END DE SKI: JEAN-MICHEL BERNARD

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 05:24:57 -0500

WEEK-END DE SKI: JEAN-MICHEL BERNARD

"Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world."

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 17:40:47 -0500

“Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.”

- Arthur Schopenhauer

"Already yesterday November was arriving. Already yesterday the light had changed. You’ll wake..."

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 17:37:00 -0500

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Already yesterday November was arriving.
Already yesterday the light had changed.
You’ll wake up: a ghost stands at your window,
A lancet in the pocket of its vest.

Beyond the window, a street that doesn’t exist.
And death has acquired such a light taste,
Such hygienic laconicism
And a meager vocabulary learned by heart.

”

- An excerpt from “***” by Elena Fanailova

THIBAULT ET L’ARBRE D’OR: EMMANUELLE PARRENIN

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 21:07:27 -0500

THIBAULT ET L’ARBRE D’OR: EMMANUELLE PARRENIN

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Mon, 07 Dec 2009 21:04:37 -0500

“C’est tellement simple, l’amour.”

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 20:21:48 -0500

“C’est tellement simple, l’amour.”

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Mon, 07 Dec 2009 20:19:18 -0500

"I have never had any friends, only lovers. Given the strength of attachment I felt for my friends..."

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 20:09:31 -0500

“I have never had any friends, only lovers. Given the strength of attachment I felt for my friends and my coldness towards women, for a long time I used to think that I was more capable of friendship than love. Sheer madness, I was totally incapable of friendship. The passionate nature of my relations with all sorts of people, how could I discard it or transfer it to other recipients. In some cases, I remember, the passion was reciprocal. Those tumultuous encounters, that furious attraction, that half-hatred, those crises of conscience, the rows, the sense of sadness when they were not there, the different emotions with which, now we hardly ever see each other anymore, I think of them- how could I possibly mistake those things with that grey and shapeless entity called friendship. Those incapable of sensing the exalted character of the exchange I was offering gave me friendship, and I despised them. Friends became part of my life for no more than a moment. We abandoned each other, not without jealousy, for the first pretty face. I lost myself in alcoves without echoes, they too.”

- Excerpt from Desnos’ “Monologue of Corsair Sanglot Outside a Barber’s Shop on the Rue du Faubourg-Saint Honoré

Looking Back

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 18:57:27 -0500

Journalist: Do you believe in a life after this one?
Leonard Cohen: [laughing] I hardly believe in this one.

nondimenticar: beach boys - you’ve got to hide your love away

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 19:53:45 -0500

nondimenticar:

beach boys - you’ve got to hide your love away

HE SAID, SHE SAID (HOME TAPE): THE BEATLES

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 19:07:00 -0500

HE SAID, SHE SAID (HOME TAPE): THE BEATLES

lostinouterspace:

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 17:47:36 -0500

lostinouterspace:

"The flesh thickens or wanes, but there was somebody I knew truly. Three of them singing under the..."

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 17:46:58 -0500

“The flesh thickens
or wanes, but there was somebody I knew truly. Three
of them singing under the willow inside my transience.”

- Excerpt from “The Dance Most of All” by Jack Gilbert

"Even though he was built to see the world this way, he was also built to disregard, to be free of..."

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 17:43:38 -0500

“Even though he
was built to see
the world this
way, he was also
built to
disregard, to be
free of the way
he was built
to see the world.”

- “A Private Gaze” by Leonard Cohen

NOWHERE NEAR: YLT

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 16:42:09 -0500

NOWHERE NEAR: YLT