Real. Surreal. Unreal.

The intersection of the real, surreal and unreal in art, music, literature, photography and film.

[realsurrealunreal]

I met myself in a dream, and I tell ya everything was alright. -Lou Reed

[kvetchlandia]

Colm Henry     Tom Waits, Dublin     1983

“The world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering.” Tom Waits

[historical-nonfiction]

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

Oscar Wilde (via historical-nonfiction)

[explore-blog]

Toni Morrison on the artist’s task in troubled times – powerful, timely, immensely important read. 

[beatdom]

I’m not interested in politics. I’m interested in Li Po. He was a Dharma Bum type. You know, a poor poet, roaming China.

Jack Kerouac (via beatdom)

[realsurrealunreal]

Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country. --John F. Kennedy

[lauragabrielle]

[realsurrealunreal]

Ouija board, I just can't find my place in this world... -Morrissey

[gorunwithsissors]

[realsurrealunreal]

The ghost in you She don't fade

-Psychedelic Furs

[aseaofquotes]

Lorraine Hansberry, A Raisin in the Sun

[kvetchlandia]

Brian Eno and John Cale     Spinning Away      1990

Up on a hill, as the day dissolves With my pencil turning moments into line High above in the violet sky A silent silver plane - it draws a golden chain One by one, all the stars appear As the great winds of the planet spiral in Spinning away, like the night sky at Arles In the million insect storm, the constellations form On a hill, under a raven sky I have no idea exactly what I’ve drawn Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away With every single line moving further out in time And now as the pale moon rides (in the stars) Her form in my pale blue lines (in the stars) And there, as the world rolls round (in the stars) I draw, but the lines move round (in the stars) There, as the great wheels blaze (in the stars) I draw, but my drawing fades (in the stars) And now, as the old sun dies (in the stars) I draw, and the four winds sigh (in the stars)

[realsurrealunreal]

'You may as well go to perdition in ermine. You're sure to come back in rags.' -The Stage Door

[jiji-de-jiji]

土砂降り　Pouring Rain

© jiji

[the-lizard-king-lover]

[realsurrealunreal]

'What are men to rocks and mountains?' -Jane Austen

[pipitographer]

[realsurrealunreal]

'I always thought it was going to look way more sophisticated than this when fucking evil happened...'

-Josh Tillman

[wehadfacesthen]

Dance contest in Brighton, England, 1939

[realsurrealunreal]

'I took the man's hand. We danced and danced. I gave myself up to joy.' -Zadie Smith

[realsurrealunreal]

I can remember standing by the wall And the guns shot above our heads And we kissed as though nothing could fall And the shame was on the other side Oh, We can beat them Forever and ever Then We could be heroes Just for one day

[thequotehaven]

June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white with dresses; and tennis courts marked with white. Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, “Consume me". That was at midsummer.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via thequotehaven)