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@k-special
“Memory is a poet, not a historian.”
I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable. More like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
I don't listen to a lot of music because I spend all my time in a recording studio or playing live, but my guitarist is a big fan of The National and told me I needed to hear it. So I did, and I thought it was great. a really involving album. I particularly like the track Conversation 16. I'm told they're big fans of Joy Division and New Order. Do I hear any of that in there? Well, they’re obviously miserable cunts, like we were.
Bernard Sumner of Joy Division and New Order, whilst describing the album ‘High Violet’ by The National, February 2011
Punk enabled you to say ‘fuck you’, but somehow it couldn’t go any further. It was just a single, venomous one syllable, two-syllable phrase of anger. Sooner or later someone was going to want to say more than ”fuck you”. Someone was going to want to say ‘I’m fucked’. And it was Joy Division who were the first band to do that, to use the energy and simplicity of punk to express more complex emotions.
Tony Wilson
“And if i don’t meet you no more …”. Cerith Wyn Evans. FIAC 2012, Paris
I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.
Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice (via hellanne)
Ni el amor, ni los encuentros verdaderos, ni siquiera los profundos desencuentros, son obra de las casualidades, sino que nos están misteriosamente reservados. ¡Cuántas veces en la vida me ha sorprendido cómo, entre las multitudes de personas que existen en el mundo, nos cruzamos con aquellas que, de alguna manera, poseían las tablas de nuestro destino, como si hubiéramos pertenecido a una misma organización secreta, o a los capítulos de un mismo libro! Nunca supe si se los reconoce porque ya se los buscaba, o se los busca porque ya bordeaban los aledaños de nuestro destino.
Ernesto Sabato
“It’s like I lost the instructions or I, I never had them”.
"I wondered if I would spend the rest of my life inventing complicated ways to depress myself".
by Quibe
Sos dueña de todo el romance.
❤️.
«Nos encontramos y desencontramos a lo largo de los años, platicamos debajo de las sábanas, viendo a la ventana o fumando compartido en un bar ruidoso; nos miramos como quien se mira a sí mismo al mirar al otro y mientras cae la noche esperamos, sin esperar, aquel instante en que aparezca el destello primigenio, la esperanza de antaño, la aclaración pertinente o el revire dialógico que nos permita rezurcir una vez más el sentido y ampliar el repertorio de qués, de cómos, de porqués.
Pienso en aquellos íconos de la historia que supieron hacerse daño: Sartre y Beauvoir, Kahlo y Rivera o quienquiera que sea, ¿no eran todas sus obras, todos sus desgarros, sus gritos, notas al pie de una intuición breve? Quizá nuestro único pecado sea ser hijos del tiempo y estar condenados a olvidar, continuamente, la sabiduría del instante».
Devendra Banhart by Ana Kraš
Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
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