Knowledge is not for knowing: knowledge is for cutting.

Michel Foucault, The Foucault Reader

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Discovery, “Swing Tree”

4 days ago - 1

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.

1 week ago

When the world is sick/ can’t no one be well
But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong

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Nico, “These Days”

2 weeks ago - 11

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.

…Eroticism always entails a breaking down of established patterns, the patterns, I repeat, of the regulated social order basic to our discontinuous mode of existence as defined and separate individuals… The stirrings within us have their own fearful excesses; the excesses show which way these stirrings would take us. They are simply a sign to remind us constantly that death, the rupture of the discontinuous individualities to which we cleave in terror, stands there before us more real than life itself.

Bataille, Georges. Death and Sensuality. 1957.

Mirel Wagner, “No Death”

(thanks lanoirede.tumblr.com for showing me this gem)

Peeping Tom, (1960)

Peeping Tom, (1960)