August 2011
12 posts
Video: The Decemberists, Calamity Song (The King... →
New Beirut. Kind of really f***ing great. →
July 2011
36 posts
These are the actual seemings that we see, Hear, feel, and know. We feel and know them so. If seeming is description without place, The spirit’s universe, then a summer’s day, Even the seeming of a summer’s day, Is description without a place. It is a sense To which we refer experience, a knowledge Incognito, the column in the desert, On which the dove alights. Description is...
I believe in pleasure. Orgiastic pleasure has it’s place. Intellectual pleasure has it’s place. Social pleasure has it’s place. There’s a certain pleasure of the life of the mind that cannot be denied. It’s true that you might be socially isolated because you’re in the library or at home and so on, but you’re intensely alive. In fact, you’re much...
Is poetry necessary? I know that those who write most violently against it unconsciously desire to endow it with a comfortable perfection, and are working on this project right now;- they call this hygienic future. They contemplate the annihilation (always imminent) of art. At this point they desire more artistic art. Hygiene becomes purity oGod oGod. Must we cease to believe in words? Since when...
RIP Lucian Freud →
“The best path through life is the highway.”
– Henri Frédéric Amiel (via simko)
Shocker of the Day: Qatar World's Biggest... →
RIP Cy Twombly →
Eleanor Friedberger, My Mistakes (Last Summer,... →
“The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his...”
– W.M. Thackeray
