January 2010
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The Three Oddest Words
When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it. When I pronounce the word Nothing, I make something no non-being can hold.
- Wislawa Szymborska
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At night (by Franz Kafka)
Deeply lost in the night. Just as one sometimes lowers one’s head to reflect, thus to be utterly lost in the night. All around people are asleep. Its just play-acting, an innocent self- deception, that they sleep in houses, in safe beds, under a safe roof, stretched out or curled up on mattresses, in sheets, under blankets; in reality they have flocked together as they had once upon a time and...
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Serge Gainsbourg - La Nostalgie Camarade...
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“It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when...”
– Oscar Wilde
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Ryuichi Sakamoto, “Solitude” (from Tony Takitani...
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Between Going and Staying
Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay where the world in stillness rocks. All is visible and all elusive, all is near and can’t be touched. Paper, book, pencil, glass, rest in the shade of their names. Time throbbing in my temples repeats the same unchanging syllable of blood. The light turns the indifferent...
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Chinawoman - Monreal love theme (party girl, 2007)
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“Each time we don’t say what we want to say we’re dying. Make a list of how many...”
– Yoko Ono (c)
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Mahler - Symphony n.5
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“… I would compare her to a black sun, if only one could conceive of such a...”
– Charles Baudelaire “The desire to paint”
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Eric Serra - Strange feelings (“Le grand...
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