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Kid A
Dawn
I embraced the summer dawn.
Nothing was stirring yet on the fronts of the palaces. The water was dead. The crowds of shadows had not yet left the woodland road. I walked, waking vivid warm breaths, and the precious stones looked up, and wings rose without sound.
The first adventure, on the path already full of cool pale gleams, was a flower that told me its name.
I smiled at the blond dishevelled waterfall among the fir trees: on the silvered peak I recognised the Goddess.
Then I lifted the veils one by one. In the lane, waving my arms. On the plain where I denounced her to the cockerel. In the city, she fled among bell-towers and domes, and, running like a beggar across the marble quays, I chased after her.
At the top of the road, near a laurel wood, I surrounded her with her gathered veils, and I felt her vast body a little. Dawn and the child fell down at the foot of the wood.
Waking, it was noon.
- Arthur Rimbaud, Illuminations
And while the flash of our beginning has not yet traveled the light-years into the distance, has not yet been seen by planets deep within the other galaxies, you will disappear into the blackness of the space from which we came—destroyed, as we began, in a burst of gas and fire. The heavens are still and cold once more. In all the immensity of our universe and the galaxies beyond, the earth will not be missed. Through the infinite reaches of space, the problems of man seem trivial and naive indeed, and man existing alone seems himself an episode of little consequence.
Patti Smith & Robert Mapplethorpe filmed by Albert Scopin in their Chelsea Hotel apartment, 1970.
The Cramps, flyer for 2 shows at The Roxy, 1981
“I never really understood the word ‘loneliness’. As far as I was concerned, I was in an orgy with the sky and the ocean and with nature."
— Björk
"Hey, even the Mona Lisa's falling apart."
Photograph by Neil Krug
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“I was born with a beard. We’re quite hairy down in Latin America. We don’t have to use sponges when we wash dishes. We just use our baby beards.”