A new playlist. Summer tunes to get your slummer on.

blake kathryn
wallacepolsom
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Misplaced Lens Cap

gracie abrams
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Cosimo Galluzzi
Cosmic Funnies
KIROKAZE
taylor price

JVL
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roma★
d e v o n
trying on a metaphor
cherry valley forever

tannertan36
Mike Driver
hello vonnie

Discoholic 🪩

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@visceralrealist
A new playlist. Summer tunes to get your slummer on.
Artist: Pastor T.L. Barrett Album: Like a Ship... (Without a Sail) Year: 1971 http://insymmetry.tumblr.com
Happy Monday.
"I love flowers I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven there's nothing like nature"
Michael Hurley
John Cage’s poetic response to the controversy over an exhibition of Rauschenberg’s all white paintings in 1953, (page 230):
To Whom No subject No image No taste No object No beauty No talent No technique (no why) No idea No intention No art No feeling No black No white no (and)
After careful consideration, I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing in these paintings that could not be changed, that they can be seen in any light and are not destroyed by the action of shadows.
Hallelujah! the blind can see again; the water’s fine.
John Cage, Printed in Emily Genauer’s column in the New York Herald Tribune, December 27, 1953.
2Pac - I Ain't Mad At Cha Change
This has been in my head for days now.
“I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy”
In the beginning, there can only be dying, the abyss, the first laugh.
Helene Cixous
"And so when you have lost everything, no more roads, no direction, no fixed signs, no ground, no thoughts able to resist other thoughts, when you are lost, beside yourself, and you continue getting lost, when you become the panicky movement of getting lost, then, that’s when, where you are unwoven weft, flesh that lets strangeness come through, defenseless being, without resistance, without batten, without skin, inundated with otherness, it’s in these breathless times that writings traverse you, songs of an unheard-of purity flow through you, addressed to no one, they well up, surge forth, from the throats of your unknown inhabitants, these are the cries that death and life hurl in their combat.” ― Hélène Cixous, Coming to Writing and Other Essays
Binh Danh & Robert Schultz, Walt Whitman
“the gangs of kosmos and prophets en masse” Wrote Whitman on poets in his 1855 Preface to Leaves of Grass.
Below are the best three pages in Nora Ephron’s problematic novel Heartburn. I like the problematic movie Heartburn more. I love Streep in it. All that really matters about the film is the way she plays female heartache and miscalculation. Disappointment (the great WHY? image of Streep…
Also, this from the book:
“Do you believe in love?” he said.
“Sometimes I believe that love dies but hope springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that hope dies but love springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that sex plus guilt equals love, and sometimes I believe that sex plus guilt equals good sex. Sometimes I believe that love is as natural as the tides, and sometimes I believe that love is an act of will. Sometimes I believe that some people are better at love than others, and sometimes I believe that everyone is faking it. Sometimes I believe that love is essential, and sometimes I believe that the only reason love is essential is that otherwise you will spend all your time looking for it.”
“…accepting the answer meant accepting that I would never really know what had happened, accepting the mystery. I hate mystery.”
Telling.
maybe you are too romantic about romance.
my sister (via kathleenhensley)
Karel Teissig’s poster for Andrei Tarkovsky's Andrei Rublev (1969).
Via Adrian Curry.
I have been thinking a lot about Tarkovsky lately.
Oh my heart... My broken burning heart.
"Our Love Has No Rhythm" - Woman's Hour
"Give all to love; Open thy heart"
Emerson, Give All to Love
It's a new dawn
That's me.