Saturday, December 18, 2010

The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.





Lucian Freud

"shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ass
shot like a flower in the dance

amazing how death wins hands down
amazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of life

amazing how laughter has been drowned out
amazing how viciousness is such a constant

I must soon declare my own war on their war
I must hold to my last piece of ground
I must protect the small space I have made that has allowed me life

my life not their death
my death not their death... "
- A Challenge to the Dark, Charles Bukowski


Sunday, November 28, 2010

Silence moves faster when it's going backward.





Drawings- Jean Cocteau, Photograph- Jean Cocteau by Man Ray, Painting- Jean Cocteau by Modigliani

"Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death."
- Jean Cocteau.

Je t'aime, Jean Cocteau.

Friday, October 29, 2010

All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.






"Chance, my master and my friend, will, I feel sure, deign once again to send me the spirits of his unruly kingdom. All my trust is now in him- and in myself. But above all in him, for when I go under he always fishes me out, seizing and shaking me like a life-saving dog whose teeth tear my skin a little every time. So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days. "
- Colette

Fleeting moments of foolish happiness seem to contradict the despair that lies ahead.

Monday, October 4, 2010

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.






Interviewer (I)- How old are you?
Patient (P)- Why, I am centuries old, sir.
I- How long have you been here?
P- I have been now on this property on and off for a long time. I cannot say the exact time because we are absorbed by the air at night, and they bring back people. They kill up everything; they can make you lie; they can talk through your throat.
I- Who is this?
P- Why, the air.
I- What is the name of this place?
P- This place is called a star.
I- Who is the doctor in charge of your ward?
P- A body just like yours, sir. They can make you black and white. I say good morning, but he just comes through there. At first it was a colony. They said it was heaven. These buildings were not solid at the time, and I am positive this is the same place...

- A schizophrenic patient speaking to his/her interviewer.
(White, 1964)

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.





The beauty of desperation,
Muddled with obsession.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.







Kate Moss for Corrine Day

"We are all going, I thought, and it applies to turtles and turtlenecks, Alaska the girl and Alaska the place, because nothing can last, not even the earth itself. The Buddha said that suffering was caused by desire, we'd learned, and that the cessation of desire meant the cessation of suffering. When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did."
- John Green, Looking For Alaska.

Rest in peace, Corrine Day.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.















Hiroshima Mon Amour

“Like you, I too have struggled with all my might not to forget. Like you, I forgot. Like you, I longed for a memory beyond consolation, a memory of shadows and stone. For my part I struggled every day with all my might against the horror of no longer understanding the reason to remember. Like you, I forgot. Why deny the obvious necessity of remembering? Listen to me. I know something else. It will begin again.”
- Hiroshima Mon Amour, 1959.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Whether by knife or whether by gun, losing your life can sometimes be fun.




Michael Pitt

"I was a scapegoat, but not in the sense that people picked on me all the time. They didn't pick on me or beat me up because I was already so withdrawn by that time. I was so antisocial that I was almost insane. I felt so different and so crazy that people just left me alone. I wouldn't have been surprised if they had voted me Most Likely To Kill Everyone At A High School Dance."
- Kurt Cobain in an interview to Jon Savage


How can you not fall in love with a man who lusts over Rive Phoenix and Kurt Cobain?