den sidst åndedræt i den fugle;

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Wed, 19 Jun 2013 11:58:11 -0400

Är officiellt utflyttad och spenderar därför sista tiden i...

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 07:02:59 -0400

Är officiellt utflyttad och spenderar därför sista tiden i Göteborg i bästa vännens lägenhet. Befinner mig fortfarande i något sorts förnekelsestadium där jag vägrar ta till mig att kommande halvåret skall spenderas i Norrbotten, även om det skall bli spännande att äntligen få börja jobba på ett bibliotek.
Les Revenants - lovande serie med underbar musik; Mogwai – Les Revenants Soundtrack

Violette, so much blood, Violette…

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 08:00:40 -0400

Violette, so much blood, Violette…

thevictorianlady: Snapshots of Virginia Woolf and T. S. Eliot...

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 04:29:04 -0400

thevictorianlady:

Snapshots of Virginia Woolf and T. S. Eliot taken by Lady Ottoline Morrell at her home, Garsington.

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Sun, 09 Jun 2013 10:39:53 -0400

Meditation.

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 17:06:00 -0400

you’re in a nameless european city on the longest day of the year, it’s a strange situation and an even stranger setting, this small and impersonal bathroom drowned in poor artificial lightning and you have no clear idea as to why you are there or why you’re really anywhere at all. there is a lightness in your body (settled deeply, in your bones) that you have not felt in a very long time and you know it should alarm you, it does alarm you but only peripherally, vaguely, instinctively. you fixate your heavy eyes upon the door that you have locked moments before as if one gaze could fasten and freeze what’s existing simultaneously on the Other side, or more importantly, what is going on inside you need it all to stop (what do you need to stop) you don’t know but isn’t that what is most terrifying (you said i don’t know, i don’t know and he kept repeating the question, as if that would help or change anything). regardless - you think it would be absurd if these were the last sounds you would ever hear. because ironically, the distant clatter of silverware, the slow scraping from drawing in and out of chairs, the dulled voices, the general turmoil and then. the unity of it all sounds like what you imagine coming out of unconciousness might be like, that initial faltering register of everything hazy removed, unhinged and insensible. you would laugh if you could but of course you can’t and somewhere in your disarranged mind is the fact that somebody once wrote about how everything is beautiful and nothing hurt. a possibility to isolate an almost automatic wonder, how it would be if there was beauty to be found in this situation, encompassing, stark and whole, and if nothing hurt. that alone is enough and there you are: laughing, laughing in a jarring unremitting way, although seconds ago such a thing was inconceivable – perhaps it’s all the blood, what else is there.

"This kind of inverse relation, in my own body, often leaves me feeling as if I am more truly awake..."

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 16:58:06 -0400

“This kind of inverse relation, in my own body, often leaves me feeling as if I am more truly awake when I am asleep, and more asleep when I’m awake—opening the question of who in me or through me is doing the writing, and who in me or not in me is the one to which other people speak.”

- Blake Butler, Nothing: A Memoir of Insomnia (via heteroglossia)

heteroglossia: “As the people who adore you stop adoring you;...

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 16:55:35 -0400

heteroglossia:

“As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are…gone.”

oceantides: “Self Exploration” by Amanda Jasnowski

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 11:55:53 -0400

oceantides:

“Self Exploration” by Amanda Jasnowski

likeafieldmouse: Stas Orlovsky - Storm (2007) - Ink on paper on...

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 10:04:06 -0400

likeafieldmouse:

Stas Orlovsky - Storm (2007) - Ink on paper on canvas

iwanttocatchastar: Maxime Chilemmi Corrour, Scotland

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 09:51:51 -0400

iwanttocatchastar:

Maxime Chilemmi

Corrour, Scotland

ragata: This is so simple, so beautiful, great art. Felix...

Fri, 31 May 2013 10:31:15 -0400

ragata:

This is so simple, so beautiful, great art.

Felix Gonzalez-Torres: Untitled (Loverboy), 1990

Gonzalez-Torres created the work while his lover was dying from AIDS. The artist placed a stack of pale blue paper on the gallery floor and invited visitors to take a sheet as they walked by. As each day of the exhibition passed, the stack of paper gradually diminished. The pale blue sheets slowly peeling away were a touching allegory of the slowly disappearing body and mind of Gonzalez-Torres lover. The artist said “I wanted to make something that would disappear completely.”

"Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of..."

Tue, 28 May 2013 08:07:05 -0400

“Perhaps I am no one.
True, I have a body
and I cannot escape from it.
I would like to fly out of my head,
but that is out of the question.”

- Anne Sexton

throughaface: The Third Man (1949) directed by Carol...

Sun, 26 May 2013 05:41:32 -0400

throughaface:

The Third Man (1949) directed by Carol Reed

Don’t be so gloomy. After all it’s not that awful. Like the fella says, in Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, and bloodshed, but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love - they had 500 years of democracy and peace, and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock. So long Holly.

how i plan to enjoy the deplorable sun (ie. not at all)

Sun, 26 May 2013 04:48:03 -0400

just purchased my version of a “summer dress” (http://www.asos.com/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=2701539). am visualizing how i spend my days lounging dismally about reading three books at once and should someone Ring The Bell i’ll simply wait two to three minutes for dramatic effect before i stick my head out peering into the presumably too bright sunlight whilst hissing “YOU RANG.”

sickmarla: Favourite six feet under quotes

Sat, 25 May 2013 07:11:32 -0400

sickmarla:

Favourite six feet under quotes

self-portraiture; the natural effect of general decay and there...

Fri, 24 May 2013 03:23:43 -0400

self-portraiture; the natural effect of general decay and there will be the most beautiful silence never heard, born out of that.

I am tired, I am weary. I could sleep for a thousand years.

Fri, 24 May 2013 03:21:26 -0400

Igår lyckades jag med bedriften att ringa till Bio Capitol och boka två biljetter till Stoker, enbart för att anlända och inse att vi var de enda(!) i hela salongen. Inte undra på att kassören såg så road ut.
Betar av Sverige en stad i taget. Trosa, Boden, Eda, Mora och nu till veckan - Luleå. Spenderar således den mesta av min tid ombord på tåg, ständigt i rörelse, och såhär två veckor innan flytt kan jag bara konstatera att Göteborg + livet som skärgårdsbo har tagit ett hårdare grepp om mig än vad jag varit medveten om. Måste finna min väg tillbaka.

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Thu, 23 May 2013 05:01:08 -0400

aminathehyena: Can we talk about how much Donna Tartt can get...

Thu, 23 May 2013 04:58:14 -0400

aminathehyena:

Can we talk about how much Donna Tartt can get it?