[chacoco]

[reticulateink-deactivated201411]

And Loss Brings New Life

Pen and ink

[qcknd]

Funny when you don’t want to exploit a moment by writing about it But you also recognize it’s power Because you’re still thinking about it Days after it happened And I can’t stop listening Like a song stuck in my head, To my own name In the sing song way that you say it, And funny how I can keep shoulders high And walk away like nothing in my life Could ever penetrate And then I close my front door and bend myself against the stairs for just a second Because my legs can’t stand Another moment Without hearing My fucking name So I pick myself back up Sleep, eat, get on the train But I’m holding both of my hands together Protecting a palm size secret That deserves literature And explanation. Because why Would I take this bus And feel Blanketed enough to close my eyes And replay and replay and replay Because I know right from wrong And I know what isn’t okay, But I have nothing else So right now, Nothing can be taken away. Is that right? Don’t answer. I like it this way.

[seith-communiti]

[qcknd]

Funny when you don’t want to exploit a moment by writing about it But you also recognize it’s power Because you’re still thinking about it Days after it happened And I can’t stop listening Like a song stuck in my head, To my own name In the sing song way that you say it, And funny how I can keep shoulders high And walk away like nothing in my life Could ever penetrate And then I close my front door and bend myself against the stairs for just a second Because my legs can’t stand Another moment Without hearing My fucking name So I pick myself back up Sleep, eat, get on the train But I’m holding both of my hands together Protecting a palm size secret That deserves literature And explanation. Because why Would I take this bus And feel Blanketed enough to close my eyes And replay and replay and replay Because I know right from wrong And I know what isn’t okay, But I have nothing else So right now, Nothing can be taken away. Is that right? Don’t answer. I like it this way.

[qpulm]

Paris Is Burning (Jennie Livingston, 1990)

[poetryconcrete]

Brick architecture.

[qabalisticzero]

[jordi-gali]

Antoni Tàpies at Museum für Gegenwartskunst Siegen                

[sadladypoetssociety]

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. 4 (1971)

[qabalisticzero]

major motoko kusanagi: but that's just it, that's the only thing that makes me feel human. the way I'm treated. I mean, who knows what's inside our heads? have you ever seen your own brain?

batou: it sounds to me like you're doubting your own ghost.

major motoko kusanagi: what if a cyber brain could possibly generate its own ghost, create a soul all by itself? and if it did, just what would be the importance of being human then?

[qabalisticzero]

4 - MOB79 - Conexão (Prod. Mind)

MOB79 "2079" Seven Side. Gravação/Mixagem/Masterização : Mind Records. Lyric Video : Renan Catozi ( Mind ) Arte : Renan Catozi. ( Mind ) Apoio: #1 First / Yo...

[qabalisticzero]

turistando

[odofemi]

Maria Magdalena Campos-Pons, The Calling, 2003.

[abracadabrarbadacarba]

[desperagio]

A peste (Camus, 1947)

“(…) ao dar demasiada importância às belas ações, se presta finalmente uma homenagem indireta e poderosa ao mal. Isto porque deixaria então supor que estas belas ações só valem tanto por serem raras e que a maldade e a indiferença são forças motrizes bem mais frequentes nas ações dos homens. […] O mal que existe no mundo provém quase sempre da ignorância e a boa vontade, se não for esclarecida, pode causar tantos danos quanto a maldade. Os homens são mais bons que maus e é a isso que se chama virtude ou vício, sendo o vício mais desesperado o da ignorância que julga saber tudo e se autoriza, então a matar. A alma do assassino é cega e não há verdadeira bondade nem belo amor sem toda a clarividência possível.”

[christian-weber666-deactivated2]