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bongdance: City And Colour - Body in a Box (Myspace...

Sat, 11 May 2013 10:35:43 -0400

City And Colour - Body in a Box (Myspace Transmissions)

"The first experience the child has of the world is not that adults are stronger but rather that he..."

Mon, 06 May 2013 00:16:48 -0400

“The first experience the child has of the world is not that adults are stronger but rather that he cannot make magic.”

- Walter Benjamin, On Hashish

"Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away..."

Fri, 03 May 2013 14:18:24 -0400

“Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don’t know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It’s that terrible precision we hate so much. But because we don’t know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, a very small number, really. How many more time will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”

- Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky

This.

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 13:38:38 -0400

This.

happilylostbuteasilyfound: “Look again at that dot. That’s...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 16:08:59 -0400

happilylostbuteasilyfound:

“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”
-Carl Sagan

Audio

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 12:56:37 -0400

thingssheloves: The Starting Line, A Goodnight’s Sleep

Tue, 12 Feb 2013 00:46:01 -0500

thingssheloves:

The Starting Line, A Goodnight’s Sleep

Video

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 23:39:55 -0500

"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite."

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 10:36:03 -0500

“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite.”

- William Blake (via thesesquipedalian)

"Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born"

Tue, 29 Jan 2013 22:46:10 -0500

“Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born”

- “Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse” -Matthew Arnold (via lostintheworldofpages)

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Mon, 19 Nov 2012 20:00:57 -0500

Jack White rules.

Fri, 16 Nov 2012 01:55:46 -0500

Jack White rules.

"When you stay too long in the same place, things and people go to pot on you, they rot and start..."

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 13:09:43 -0500

“When you stay too long in the same place, things and people go to pot on you, they rot and start stinking for your special benefit.”

- Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night

THE SECOND COMING Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the...

Thu, 08 Nov 2012 12:27:06 -0500

THE SECOND COMING

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

W.B. Yeats

clockworkk: fix me to a chain around your neck this song.

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 23:39:35 -0400

clockworkk:

fix me to a chain around your neck

this song.

Die Hippie Die

Sun, 21 Oct 2012 19:08:03 -0400

Die Hippie Die

"The biggest defeat in every department of life is to forget, especially the things that have done..."

Sat, 20 Oct 2012 00:54:00 -0400

“The biggest defeat in every department of life is to forget, especially the things that have done you in, and to die without realizing how far people can go in the way of crumminess. When the grave lies open before us, let’s not try to be witty, but record the worst of the human viciousness we’ve seen without changing one word, When that’s done, we can curl up our toes and sink into the pit. That’s work enough for a lifetime.”

- Journey to the End of the Night, Louis-Ferdinand Céline

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Tue, 16 Oct 2012 21:43:05 -0400

Video

Sat, 22 Sep 2012 17:11:31 -0400

Video

Tue, 18 Sep 2012 22:23:00 -0400