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Wednesday, July 07, 2010

born into this



born like this
into this
as the chalk faces smile
as Mrs. Death laughs
as political landscapes dissolve
as the oily fish spit out their oily prey

we are
born like this
into this


into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes

born into this
walking and living through this
dying because of this

castrated
debauched
disinherited
because of this

the fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
the fingers reach for the bottle
the pill
the powder

we are born into this sorrowful deadliness
it will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
it will be guns and roving mobs
land will be useless
food will become a diminishing return
nuclear power will be taken over by the many
explosions will continually shake the earth
radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
the rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
and there will be the most beautiful silence never heard

born out of that
the sun hidden there
awaiting the next chapter

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Friday, July 24, 2009

for the moment, i hang suspended



"all the doors were closed
and all the windows were down, and it was in the middle of the desert-not
even vultures-and they were about to drop the Bomb"

Sunday, July 19, 2009

At Home



Am revăzut Heima (At Home). E un documentar despre concertele neanunțate pe care le-au avut islandezii de la Sigur Ros în câteva orășele din Islanda, imediat după turneul din 2006.
Dincolo de faptul că filmul e realizat impecabil, și că muzica e minunată și imaginile sunt perfecte, am avut impresia tot timpul că transmite mai mult decât muzică și imagini.
E o întreagă filozofie în spate, e un film care nu vorbește doar cu simțurile imediate.
Undeva, în background, se simte îndemnul la o viață trăită pe îndelete, la răbdare, la liniște și la puterea de a aștepta "the better thing", as opposed to going with the flow.
Iar sentimentul pe care îl ai când se termină filmul nu se poate povesti nicicum, dar merită întru totul cele două ore în care fiecare piesă de pe albumul Takk primește propriul videoclip, în care membrii trupei isi spun povestile, si dupa care întelegi perfect de ce o astfel de muzica nu putea sa apară decât într-o astfel de țară.

Thursday, May 07, 2009

unfortunate niceties

 I always prefer to believe the best of everybody. It saves so much trouble.
Rudyard Kipling
 When someone loves you, the
way they say your name is different. 
You just know that your name is safe 
in their mouth. 
(via bitchville) (via champagne-kisses)

Wait, they don’t love you like I love you.

(via telhia)


 I wasted all your precious time.
I wasted it all on you.
from “Perfect Depth” by Pavement

I hate us sometimes. We're so shit.

enamors:

(via cutewithoutthee)
 Sometimes I feel pain that isn’t mine to feel.. (via telhia)




I need to stop falling in love with people that don't exist.

enamors:

suzywireyourwrite


 Remember, remember. This is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.
Sylvia Plath (via impeccableblahs)

 Basically my wife was immature. I’d be at home in the bath and she’d come in and sink my boats.
Woody Allen

I am everything you despise.


 I don’t know. I mean - you can be with someone and still be alone.
Martin Amis,  Money

 Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must live.
Charles Bukowski


 It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try to live so that our death brings no pleasure on the world.
John Steinbeck, East of Eden
all this came from:  flautapantera.tumblr.com. i liked it. 

Sunday, February 15, 2009

passe

there
people
hm

:|












valea cascadelor

sambata pe la ora 11. am gasit un pegas vechi, colorat, pliabil si ieftin. sa imi explice si mie cineva de ce nu l-am luat??
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Tuesday, December 09, 2008

no to protection

"When i was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog followed a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Everyday i felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness".

(tot Jonathan Foer, pentru ca e cel mai tare)



Thursday, November 27, 2008

6 o'clock...

...in the morning is a great hour. too bad we always sleep it away...