Discovery, “Swing Tree”
Knowledge is not for knowing: knowledge is for cutting.
Michel Foucault, The Foucault Reader
Talking Heads, “Road To Nowhere”
SIDE-NOTE: Remember the end of the movie Little Monsters with Howie Mandel and Fred Savage? “Road To Nowhere” was the song that played during the ending montage. Fred Savage was running to find a way out of the underworld before the sun rose, which would turn him to a monster if he couldn’t make it.
This song and the movie both remind me of Southern Californian beaches.
Perhaps, when we remember wars, we should take off our clothes and paint ourselves blue and go on all fours all day long and grunt like pigs. That would surely be more appropriate than noble oratory and shows of flags and well-oiled guns.
Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle
Iron and Wine, “The Trapeze Swinger” (live)
Hello Saferide, “I Don’t Sleep Well”
Fallow Hearted
I am in love with this blog, and so should you.
Nico, “These Days”
There’s a mystery there, a clue, a nut, a bolt, and if I put it together, I find me.
Maurice Sendak (author of Where the Wild Things Are) on the literature of Herman Melville.
A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window.
Gilles Deleuze, Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia
I kind of hate everything and everyone right now.
Mirel Wagner, “No Death”
(thanks lanoirede.tumblr.com for showing me this gem)
Peeping Tom, (1960)





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