February 2012
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lopetegi, 2006.
i saw you hiding your name from a policeman.
i saw you getting unnamed.
we don’t need no given names. we don’t need to be stuck to anything that can not be removed. we just need empty spaces to spread around some new moves.
we don’t apologize.
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miller, 1941.
it’s good to be just plain happy; it’s a little better to know that you’re happy; but to understand that you’re happy and to know why and how, in what way, because of what concatenation of events or circumstances, and still be happy, be happy in the being and the knowing, well, that is beyond happiness — that is bliss […].
*excerpt from the colossus of...
January 2012
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cummings, 1925.
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite a new thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling –firm–smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur,...
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jarmusch, unknown year.
nothing is original. steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. if you do this, your work (and theft)...
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zizek, 2000.
what is the absolute? something that appears to us in fleeting experiences—say, through the gentle smile of a beautiful woman, or even through the warm caring smile of a person who may otherwise seem ugly and rude. in such miraculous but extremely fragile moments, another dimension transpires through our reality. as such, the absolute is easily corroded; it slips all too easily through our...
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December 2011
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casares, 1940.
i expect nothing. this is not horrible. after solving it, i have gained peace of mind. but that woman has given me hope. i must fear hopes. maybe all this hygiene of not expecting is a little ridiculous. not expect from life, to not risk it, being pronounced dead, and not die. i’m not dead: i’m in love.
*excerpt from the invention of morel.
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pressfield, 2003.
are you paralyzed with fear? that’s a good sign.
fear is good.
like self-doubt, fear is an indicator. fear tell us what we have to do. the more scared we are of a work or a calling, the more sure we can be that we must do it. resistance is experienced as fear; the degree of fear equates the strength of resistance. the more fear we feel about a specific enterprise, the more certain we can...
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wilde, unknown year.
i choose my friends not by their skin or other archetype, but by the pupil. they have to have questioning shine and unsettled tone. i’m not interested in the good spirits or the ones with bad habits. i’ll stick with the ones that are made of me being crazy and blessed. from them, i don’t want an answer, i want to be reviewed. i want them to bring me doubts and fears and to...
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calvino, 1952.
- so you could halve any whole thing, said my uncle lying face down on the rock, stroking that convulsive half octopus - so everyone could get out of their dull and ignorant wholeness. i was whole and all things were… for me, natural and confusing, stupid as the air: i thought i was seeing everything and it was but a shell. if ever you become half of yourself, and i wish you that, lad,...
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duras, 1984.
“in such way she is, in the face and the body, that everything that is in contact with her participate immediately, inevitably, of this beauty.”
so true, marguerite. so true. and i must add: in the heart and in the brain too.
* excerpt from l’amant.
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November 2011
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elverum, 2008.
some people say arise, arise, arise! live friend, live!
i say die.
i say shade yourself.
i say shine what precious light you have into caves.
and when it dies out steady,
i say find life where you foolishly saw graves.
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October 2011
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meinhof: october 7th, 1934 - may 9th, 1976.
happy birthday!
dear (w)all street occupiers: ”protest is when i say i don’t like this. resistance is when i put an end to what i don’t like. protest is when i say i refuse to go along with this anymore. resistance is when i make sure everybody else stops going along too.”
* all her columns are bundled in the book everybody talks about the whather… we don’t...
September 2011
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wilson, 1994.
when i was fourteen i fell in love with her. in metal shop she said “kaia come pray with me.” we sat on her bed and we held our hands together. she told me i needed god, i told her i just needed her.
when i was fifteen i liked to start fires and i drive my parents truck to the jasper store. things were out of control, i couldn’t stop to see. others, the ones like me, were...
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kafka, 1904.
i think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. if the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. a book must be the axe...
August 2011
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fisher, goldstein, gervasi and fry, 1994.
cold august twilight gathered round, bearing witness, to feel whole. the heavens are alive, the past is burning bright, something strangely new, are we really so removed?
we are changing the sky.
warm august sunshine, treading on the most sacred ground. a vacation vision filled, in pose we lock it still, a portrait of our past. refugee from progress path.
we are changing the sky.
dawn is...
July 2011
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Watchpure love. pure. love.
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guðmundsdóttir, 1993.
i live by the ocean
and during the night
i dive into it
down to the bottom
underneath all currents
and drop my anchor
this is where i’m staying
this is my home.
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munch, unknown date.
from my rotting body,
flowers shall grow
and i am in them
and that is eternity.
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guðmundsdóttir, 2004.
i think everyone’s bisexual to some degree or another; it’s just a question of whether or not you choose to recognise it and embrace it. personally, i think choosing between men and women is like choosing between cake and ice cream. you’d be daft not to try both when there are so many different flavours.
May 2011
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cassavetes, unknown year.
films today show only a dream world and have lost touch with the way people really are. in this country, people die at 21. they die emotionally at 21, maybe younger. my responsibility as an artist is to help people get past 21. the films are a roadmap through emotional and intellectual terrain that provides a solution on how to save pain.
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carlin, 2005.
when fascism comes to america, it will not be in brown and black shirts. it will not be with jack-boots. it will be nike sneakers and smiley shirts. germany lost the second world war. fascism won it. believe me, my friend.
April 2011
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galeano, 1989.
functionaries don’t function. politicians speak but say nothing. voters vote but don’t elect. the information media disinform. schools teach ignorance. judges punish the victims. the military makes war against its own compatriots. the police don’t fight crime because they are too busy committing it. bankruptcies are socialized while profits are privatized. money is freer than people. people are...
March 2011
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cuarón, 2007.
there are so many stories on the face of people.
*still from año uña.
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gardner, 1971.
* first page of grendel.
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bresson, unknown year.
February 2011
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camus, 1942.
the only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
* excerpt from the outsider.
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breton, 1928.
beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.
* last line of nadja.