al fin que ni quería

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.

THE UNDERGROUND GOURMETS

Interviewer: You’ve worked with one another for a while now. So let’s be serious then: What’s one thing you always wondered about the other person?

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.

Mike Patton & Dan the Automator are 'Crudo'

Partial Failure

"The problem is, our lives, as good novels well know, are always a partial, failing, view from somewhere." Zadie Smith

Blackest Eyes

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

les devoirs pour demain (30 octobre)

17

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

-Billy Corgan

La frase del día IV

"Los idiotas... Opera prima de Lars Von Trier consolida el género filmográfico: Porno de Autor". Frase críptica que se leía en las criticas a la mitad de los noventas..."-mija dixit*

*Remembranza de una vieja charla entre un pornógrafo y su consiglieri acerca del creciente género en la reciente charla entre dos "cinéfilos" desconcertados por la tarde lluviosa de un triste sábado desmañanado.

(I'm) Not (T)here

Take me away...Take me away...
Take me away... I might as well be yours...
Take away... I might as well be ...
away... I might be our ...
Take me ... I might ...
a/e away... Take me a ...
Take me ... I might as well ...
Take way... I might be our ...
me away... I might as well be your ...
Take me ... I might be you ...
away…

Away

• Gone, departed.

• from this or that place away>

Not present, outside, out of existence; fade away, so as to be removed or gotten rid of-,

not here; besides, moreover; margins, en marge, elsewhere, d’ailleurs, être ~, to be miles away.

to get ~ from it all...

NOTE:
away often appears after a verb in English to show that an action is continuous or intense. If away does not change the basic meaning of the verb only the verb is translated.

“…But I'm not there, I'm gone.”