janvier 2012
22 billets
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EcouterYears Ago by Alice Cooper
Jan 27
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Jan 27
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One creation matches another; in essence they are all alike. The brotherhood of man consists not in thinking alike, nor in acting alike, but in aspiring to praise creation. The song of creation springs from the ruins of earthly endeavor. The outer man dies away in order to reveal the golden bird which is winging its way toward divinity. HENRY MILLER Time Of The Assassins
Jan 27
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Jan 26
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EcouterCabin Fever! by Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds
Jan 26
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Jan 18
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“Morality trains the individual to be a function of the herd and to ascribe value...”
– Friedrich Nietzsche (The Gay Science)
Jan 18
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EcouterAxl Rose Husband by Lana Del Rey
Jan 18
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Jan 16
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EcouterAll The Pretty Little Horses by Coil
Jan 16
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Jan 16
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Of the cause of breathing, of the cause of the motion of the heart, of the cause of vomiting, of the cause of the descent of food from the stomach, of the cause of emptying the intestines. Of the cause of the movement of the superfluous matter through the intestines. The Notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci
Jan 16
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Jan 14
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EcouterWorrier by Glass Vaults
Jan 14
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Jan 14
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EcouterThe Axe In The Swamp by Kimtak Building
Jan 12
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“There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than...”
– Anaïs Nin
Jan 7
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Jan 7
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EcouterTo Have And To Hold by Depeche Mode
Jan 5
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Jan 5
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My humble attempt to say at least who I am, to record like a machine of nerves the slightest impressions of my subjective and ultra-sensitive life—this was all emptied like a bucket that got knocked over, and it poured across the ground like the water of everything. I fashioned myself out of false colors, and the result is an attic made out to be an empire. My heart, out of which I spun the...
Jan 5
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Jan 2
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EcouterGyllenhaal Sandwich (Live) by Matthew Hemerlein
Jan 1
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décembre 2011
9 billets
Déc 29
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Déc 28
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EcouterMarrow by St. Vincent
Déc 28
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“The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.”
– Jean Cocteau
Déc 23
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Déc 23
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EcouterAnd Heaven Turned to Her Weeping by John Maus
Déc 4
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The artist and the writer force themselves to surmount existence in another way. They attempt to realize it as an absolute. What makes their effort genuine is that they do not propose to attain being. They distinguish themselves thereby from an engineer or a maniac. It is existence which they are trying to pin down and make eternal. The word, the stroke, the very marble indicate the object...
Déc 4
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Déc 4
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novembre 2011
7 billets
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EcouterToo Drunk To Dream by The Magnetic Fields
Nov 19
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Nov 18
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“A full and yet mild voice, and pleasing to the hearer, shows the person to be of...”
– Aristotle, Ἀριστοτέλης [Greek]
Nov 17
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Nov 16
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EcouterThe Ring by Fad Gadget
Nov 16
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Nov 16
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“If you persist in throttling your impulses you end by becoming a clot of phlegm.”
– Henry Miller (Sexus)
Nov 13
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octobre 2011
30 billets
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EcouterLook at Your Game, Girl by Charles Manson
Oct 27
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Oct 27
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The elect, being adepts, are at home anywhere. They know the meaning of hell but they do not localize it, not even as earthly existence. They are devachanees; they enjoy the intervals between one state of existence and another. But the free spirits, who are the tormented ones born out of time and out of rhythm—can only interpret their intermediary states as hell itself. HENRY MILLER, The Time of...
Oct 26
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Oct 25
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EcouterCasual Diamond by SLEEP ∞ OVER
Oct 25
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“Nitre, vitriol, cinnabar, alum, salt ammoniac, sublimated mercury, rock salt,...”
– The Notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci
Oct 25
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Oct 24
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Oct 24
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EcouterKarmacoma by Massive Attack
Oct 24
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Oct 24
I am a marionette pulled by unskilled fingers, pulled apart, inharmoniously dislocated; one arm dead, the other rhapsodizing in mid-air. I laugh, not when it fits into my talk, but when it fits into the undercurrents of my talk. I want to know what is running underneath thus punctuated by bitter upheavals. The two currents do not meet. I see two women in me freakishly bound together, like circus...
Oct 24
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Oct 22
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