September 2009
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booklover:
“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)
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„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...
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Watchvia: http://www.tor.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=blog&id=57614
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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...
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no romeo, no juliet, what we got is deeper than...
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I’ve been waiting here Waiting for faith And...
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quote-book:
“She stood, in a room of crumbling plaster, pressed to the window-pane, looking up at the unattainable form of everything she loved. She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected.”
— Ayn Rand (via infinitebutterflies) (via aura-avis) (via sine-qua-non)
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Jack walked down the beach, ripping off girls bikini’s and fucking them hard while still walking forward. He did this for a couple blocks down the boardwalk until he turned down an alley. Drake followed him, as Jack left a trail of knocked over trashcans and dead killfucked women laying on the ground, it was easy for Drake to stay hot on his trail.
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Then Jack stopped. He saw a pink...
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marianne [singing]:
I never told you I’d love you all my life. Oh my love, you never swore to adore me all your life. We never made promises like that, knowing me knowing you. We never thought we ever would be caught by love fickle as we were. And yet, and yet, step by step, without a word between us, bit by bit, feelings slipped between our merry mingle bodies and words of love rose to our naked lips. Bit by...
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V
“Her still singing limbs.”
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“Look at the sky, look to yourself and remember: we are only god’s echoes and god is Narcissus.”
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Aside from recurrence, revision and commensurate symbolic reference, echoes also reveal emptiness. Since objects always muffle or impede acoustic reflection, only empty places can create echoes of lasting clarity.
Ironically, hallowness...
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IV
Hillary, their one year old Siberian Husky, and Mallory, their tabby cat, lie on either side of the 24” Sony television unperturbed by the new closet or the flicker from the tube or the drone from the speakers - Letterman, new revelations regarding the Iran-Contra affair, reruns, the traffic of information assuring everyone that the rest of the world is still out there, continuing on as...
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III
What can I say, I’m a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff which despite the light of progress and all that, still vanishes every day like shadows at noon, goings unheralded, passings unmourned, well, you get the drift.
As a counselor once told me - a Counselor For Disaffected Youth, I might add: “You like that crap because it reminds you of...
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farpegi:
“I believe to give scandal is a duty, to be scandalized a pleasure, and to refuse to be scandalized is moralism.”
— Pier Paolo Pasolini, in reference to his final film, Saló. (via worldofdew)
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Watch- astra taylor, {2oo5} zizek!
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zof:
“She then crushes his genitals with a block of wood, the pain driving him unconscious. While he is still unconscious, She masturbates him until he orgasms, ejaculating blood onto her shirt and face. She then drills a hole through his calf, and bolts a heavy grindstone to his leg. She flees outside, leaving him unconscious in the shed, throwing the wrench she used to tighten the millstone...
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These days I can no longer remember the smell only my reaction to it. Still if I had to give it a name, I think I would call it the scent of human history - a composite of sweat, urine, shit, blood, flesh and semen, as well as joy, sorrow, jealousy, rage, vengeance, fear, hope and a whole lot more.
- mark z. danielewski, the house of leaves
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“It’s long been recognized that in another of my favourite films, The Sixth Sense, the director deliberately used the color red in scenes of particular significance he wanted to signpost. Secretary director Steven Shainberg also makes interesting use of colours, particularly purple, although his meaning isn’t always clear even after listening the the audio commentary. First...
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“I am here to inform these modern times of the grammatical era’s end and the beginning of flamboyance especially in cinema.”
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“What a rotten film. All we meet are crazy people.”
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“This isn’t a novel, this is a film. A film is life.”
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Corinne: It’s rotten of us, isn’t it? We’ve no right to burn even a philosopher. Joesph...
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The Heroism of Vision
Many people are anxious when they’re about to be photographed: not because they fear, as primitives do, being violated but because they fear the camera’s disapproval. People want the idealized image, a photograph of themselves looking their best. They feel rebuked when the camera doesn’t return an image of themselves as more attractive than they really are. But few are lucky...
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Melancholy Objects
As Berenice Abbott writes: “The photographer is the contemporary being par excellence; through his eyes the now becomes past.”
- Susan Sontag, On Photography
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America, Seen Through Photographs, Darkly
Buñuel, when asked once why he made movies, said that it was “to show that this is not the best of all possible worlds.”
- Susan Sontag, On Photography
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The charming attitude of Slavoj Žižek
The Guardian: What makes you depressed?
Slavoj Žižek: Seeing stupid people happy.
The Guardian: What do you owe your parents?
Slavoj Žižek: Nothing, I hope. I didn't spend a minute bemoaning their death.
The Guardian: What does love feel like?
Slavoj Žižek: Like a great misfortune, a monstrous parasite, a permanent state of emergency that ruins all small pleasures.
The Guardian: What is your favourite smell?
Slavoj Žižek: Nature in decay, like rotten trees.
The Guardian: Have you ever said 'I love you' and not meant it?
Slavoj Žižek: All the time. When I really love someone, I can only show it by making aggressive and bad-taste remarks.
The Guardian: What is the worst job you've done?
Slavoj Žižek: Teaching. I hate students, they are (as all people) mostly stupid and boring.
The Guardian: How often do you have sex?
Slavoj Žižek: It depends what one means by sex. If it's the usual masturbation with a living partner, I try not to have it at all.
The Guardian: What is the most important lesson life has taught you?
Slavoj Žižek: That life is a stupid, meaningless thing that has nothing to teach you.
The Guardian: Tell us a secret.
Slavoj Žižek: Communism will win.
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Kinder Surprise →
culturite:
“Kinder Surprise, one of the most popular chocolate products on sale all around Central Europe, are empty egg shells made of chocolate and wrapped up in brightly colored paper; after one unwraps the egg and cracks the chocolate shell open, one finds in it a small plastic toy (or small parts from which a toy is to be put together). A child who buys this chocolate egg often nervously...
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kaseylind:
“My eternal fear is that - if for a brief moment - if I stopped talking, the whole spectacular appearance would disintegrate. People would think there is nobody & nothing there. This is my fear. As if I am nothing who pretends, all the time, to be somebody. And has to be hyperactive all the time just to fascinate people enough so that they don’t notice there is nothing.”
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