Our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash - the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life: we're going to die. "Be of good heart," cry the dead artists out of the living past. "Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing." Maybe a man's name doesn't matter all that much.
jueves, 17 de junio de 2010
jueves, 27 de mayo de 2010
Norah: There's this part of Judaism that I like. Tikkun Olam. It said that the world is broken into pieces and everyone has to find them and put them back together.
Nick: Maybe we don't have to find it. Maybe we are the pieces...
Norah: Nick? I'm coming in...
miércoles, 24 de marzo de 2010
martes, 23 de marzo de 2010
Si la palabra silencio es, «entre todas las palabras», la «más perversa o la más poética», es porque cuando finge que calla el sentido, dice el sin-sentido, se desliza y se borra ella misma, no se mantiene, se calla ella misma, no como silencio sino como habla. Este desplazamiento traiciona a la vez el discurso y el no-discurso. Es posible que se imponga sobre nosotros, pero también la soberanía puede intervenir ahí para traicionar rigurosamente el sentido en el sentido, el discurso en el discurso."De la economía restringida a la economía general", p. 360.
sábado, 27 de febrero de 2010
Mike Patton: Dan, I want to know where you keep your pillows in the house. I’ve been using the couch pillows and I’m all chaffed. [Patton’s staying in Nakamura’s NYC place for the week.]
Dan Nakamura a.k.a. Dan The Automator : They’re in the closet.
MP: Really? That’s the illuminating answer?
DN: Yeah. Mike, if you’re having a nice meal and want a light after-dinner drink as you digest, what do you order?
MP: This is a tough question, since they’re all so heavy. I might go with a younger scotch. What would you say to that?
DN: What about a cheese plate?
MP: Oh no. Never. Cheese is only for when I’m still hungry. You like that shit though, don’t you?
DN: Yeah, a good bleu cheese or something would work after dinner.
MP: I had a meal in Paris once where all the intermezzo courses were cheeses. I thought that was kinda interesting. We’re just gonna talk about food, you know.
jueves, 25 de febrero de 2010
domingo, 31 de enero de 2010
I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes
I'm feeling something taking over me
porcupine tree - blackest eyes
jueves, 14 de enero de 2010
jueves, 29 de octubre de 2009
martes, 29 de septiembre de 2009
17 seconds of compassion
17 seconds of peace
17 seconds to remember love is the energy behind which all is created
17 seconds to remember all that is good
17 seconds to forget all your hurt and pain
17 seconds of faith
17 seconds to trust you again
17 seconds of radiance
17 seconds to send a prayer up
17 seconds is all you really need