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September 28, 2009
“Who put this brain inside of me? It cries. It demands. It says that there is a chance. It will not say “no”.”— Bukowski (via finallyseeing) (via thejoyofrain)
„Ich suchte eine Seele, die mir ähnlich wäre, und konnte sie nicht finden. Ich durchsuchte die verborgensten Winkel der Erde; meine Ausdauer war vergeblich. Allein konnte ich jedoch nicht bleiben. Ich brauchte jemanden, der meinen Charakter bejahte; ich brauchte jemanden, der ebenso dachte wie ich. (…) Einige Minuten lang sahen sie sich fest ins Gesicht; und beide erstaunten, so viel grausame Lust in den Blicken des anderen zu finden. Schwimmend drehen sie sich im Kreise, lassen einander nicht aus den Augen und jeder sagt sich: ‚Ich lebte bis jetzt im Irrtum; da ist einer, der böser ist als ich.‘ Da glitten sie zwischen zwei Wellen, einstimmig und in gegenseitiger Bewunderung aufeinander zu, die Haiin, das Wasser mit ihren Flossen zerteilend, und Maldoror, die Fluten mit seinen Armen schlagend; und sie hielten den Atem an in tiefer Verehrung, jeder von dem Wunsche erfüllt, zum erstenmal sein lebendiges Ebenbild zu betrachten.“
(2. Gesang, 13. Strophe)
- comte de lautréamont, die gesänge des maldoror
Bash in my brain,
And make me scream with pain,
Then kick me once again,
And say well never part.
I know too well
Im underneath your spell,
So, darling, if you smell
Something burning, its my heart.
Take your cigarette from its holder,
And burn your initials in my shoulder.
Fracture my spine,
And swear that youre mine
- tom lehrer, the masochism tango
September 26, 2009
[Sagan]
If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch
You must first invent the universe
Space is filled with a network of wormholes
You might emerge somewhere else in space
Some when-else in time
The sky calls to us
If we do not destroy ourselves
We will one day venture to the stars
A still more glorious dawn awaits
Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise
A morning filled with 400 billion suns
The rising of the milky way
The Cosmos is full beyond measure of elegant truths
Of exquisite interrelationships
Of the awesome machinery of nature
I believe our future depends powerfully
On how well we understand this cosmos
In which we float like a mote of dust
In the morning sky
But the brain does much more than just recollect
It inter-compares, it synthesizes, it analyzes
it generates abstractions
The simplest thought like the concept of the number one
Has an elaborate logical underpinning
The brain has it’s own language
For testing the structure and consistency of the world
[Hawking]
For thousands of years
People have wondered about the universe
Did it stretch out forever
Or was there a limit
From the big bang to black holes
From dark matter to a possible big crunch
Our image of the universe today
Is full of strange sounding ideas
[Sagan}
How lucky we are to live in this time
The first moment in human history
When we are in fact visiting other worlds
The surface of the earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean
Recently we’ve waded a little way out
And the water seems inviting
me: l’ancolie.
September 20, 2009
September 18, 2009
V (II)
The monolith in 2001 seems the most appropriate cinematic analog, incontrovertibly there but virtually inviolate to interpretation.71 Similarly the hallway also remains meaningless, though it is most assuredly not without effect.
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Absolutely nothing visible to the eye provides a reason for or even evidence of those terrifying shifts which can in a matter of moments reconstitute a simple path into an extremely complicated one. 77
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I start filling caps with purple, concentrating on its texture, the strange hue, imagining I can actually observe the rapid pulse of its bandwidth. These are stupid thoughts, and as if to confirm that sentiment, darkness pushes in on me. Suddenly the slash of light on my hands looks sharp enough to cut me. Real sharp. Move and it will cut me. I do move and guess what? I start to bleed. The laceration isn’t deep but important stuff has been struck, leaking over the table and floor. Lost.
- mark z. danielewski, house of leaves
Gummo (1997) — Production Photo
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