everyone needs an editor

everyone needs an editor. not me, though

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T I R E D   M O O N L I G H T   -   B R I T N I   W E S T

“ Poetry, by the way, is literally inscribed into Tired Moonlight in the form of one character’s (Paul Dickinson) maudlin verses, which are intoned here and there in an angsty murmur over shots of galloping deer, road kill and children playing around in fields. ” Carson Lund

https://vimeo.com/452937701/c58998e2d2

Paul Dickinson, poet

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music is also beautiful

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“Take me back to dear old Blighty...”

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Touchstone 

via http://fagcity.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-girl-without-girl-in-me.html

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“I wanted to do a story about a woman whose identity depends on what other people think of her-- LITERALLY. Here it is, for those of you who may not have seen it back then.“

http://www.robertagregory.com/Robertagregory/Camellia.html

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“Tracy, there are like a million and one reasons to dye a log. Do you want me to start at the top or the bottom?”

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The Little Humpbacked Horse by Pyotr Yershov is this month's exhibit at the San Francisco Public Library.

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There are hidden stories all around us, growing in abandoned villages in the mountains or vacant lots in the city, petrifying beneath our feet in the remains of societies like nothing we’ve known, whispering to us that things could be different. But the politician you know is lying to you, the manager who hires and fires you, the landlord who evicts you, the president of the bank that owns your house, the professor who grades your papers, the cop who rolls your street, the reporter who informs you, the doctor who medicates you, the husband who beats you, the mother who spanks you, the soldier who kills for you, and the social worker who fits your past and future into a folder in a filing cabinet all ask “WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITHOUT US? It would be anarchy.” And the daughter who runs away from home, the bus driver on the picket line, the veteran who threw back his medal but holds on to his rifle, the boy saved from suicide by the love of his friends, the maid who must bow to those who can’t even cook for themselves, the immigrant hiking across a desert to find her family on the other side, the kid on his way to prison because he burned down a shopping mall they were building over his childhood dreams, the neighbor who cleans up the syringes from the vacant lot, hoping someone will turn it into a garden, the hitchhiker on the open road, the college dropout who gave up on career and health insurance and sometimes even food so he could write revolutionary poetry for the world, maybe all of us can feel it: our bosses and tormentors are afraid of what they would do without us, and their threat is a promise — the best parts of our lives are anarchy already.

Peter Gelderloos (via lamortoulecafe)

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Tarkovsky

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“In fireworks are released all the explosive pyrotechnics of a dream. The inflammable desires, dampened by day under the cold water of consciousness, are ignited at night by the libertarian matches of sleep, and burst forth in showers of shimmering incandescence. These imaginary displays provide a temporary relief.”

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Ryuichi Sakamoto

106 songs by Ryuichi Sakamoto. Have a good afternoon

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Note to Self: The problem is, we were thinking of Scotland as an art project. Ugh. Another inexplicable, idiotic and humiliating episode to fit into the national narrative alongside “Frittered away all their money and autonomy by investing in the South Sea Bubble”. We’re now also the nation which rejected the offer — on a silver platter, drizzled with free black gold, locally-sourced — of an independence others would have died for.

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Sorry, Nick.

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I have been super busy the past two months with work, moving, and possible/hopeful career moves. It's taken me away from some of the things I really enjoy (reading, walking, lying quietly in the dark, I mean relaxing) but hopefully it is laying the foundation for an exciting new year.

Anyway. This is the last book I was able to fully finish reading (I think in June) and it was superb. I think the cover art does it justice. It reminds me of the stick figures in some editions of "The Trial" by Kafka. This book has some of that tone and is a variation on that sort of passivity in the world. It also has a lot of humor and verve. And pathetic-ness. It briefly kicked open the door of non-Mishima Japanese literature for me, but that closed with things getting busy. So I look forward to opening that again.

Shorter version - read this! This is a book recommendation!

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My autobiography has already been written.

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An interview with the woman who popularized the term “white privilege”:

Other people had been writing about privilege before you—why did your paper attract so much attention?

I think it was because nobody else was writing so personally, and giving such clear examples, drawn from personal...

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Little Dragon's new album is out today and it's great. They remind me of Broadcast in some ways...oblique lyrics, an emphasis on melody, multi-layered songwriting, powerful yet understated vocals, gets better the more you hear it. Have a listen.

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Scott Walker - "The Electrician"

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From the left: Chrissie Hynde (The Pretenders), Deborah Harry (Blondie), Viv Albertine (The Slits), Siouxsie Sioux (Siouxsie & the Banshees), front: Poly Styrene (X-Ray Spex), Pauline Black (The Selector) . Photo by Michael Putland for the New Musical News in 1980.