vrijdag 31 mei 2013
dirty words?
gallerina?, well there you have it, now you know the meaning of it.
Billyburg is Williamsburg, NY, for all you foreigners.
Don't know why those words should be forbidden, why isn't fuckdoll on that list?
Here is the original post: http://noirmagazine.tumblr.com/image/36643227294
Now you are informed, have a happy day
donderdag 30 mei 2013
unresolved
“I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
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Rainer Maria Rilke - Letters to a Young Poet
dinsdag 28 mei 2013
on loneliness
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment.
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Janet Fitch
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maandag 27 mei 2013
Papa Was A Rolling Stone - Temptations
It was the third of September
That day I will always remember
Because that was the day my daddy died
I never got a chance to see him
Never heard nothing but bad things about him
Mama, I´m depending on you to tell me the truth
And Mama just hung her head and said, Son
Chorus:
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Hey, Mama, is it true what they say
That Papa never worked a day in his life?
And Mama, some bad talk going around going around town
Saying that Papa had three outside children and another wife
And that ain´t right
Hey, talk about Papa doing some storefront preaching
Talking about saving your soul
And all the time leaching
Dealing in debt and stealing in the name of the Lord
Mama, I´m depending on you to tell me the truth
And Mama hung her head and said
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Hey Mama I heard Papa called himself a jack of all trades
Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal to pay his bills
Folks say Papa wasn´t much on thinking´
Spent most of his life chasing´ women and drinking
Mama, I´m depending on you to tell me the truth
And Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said, Son
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
"
sounds almost like my dad
killing in the name...
And a bitch that puts you there, because you are not the succesfull greedy ambitious white alpha-manbearpig with a mortgage, 2 kids, benefit plan and a beer belly filled up with every hypocrisy known to man, she can profit from.
http://www.thedailybeast.com/newsweek/2013/05/22/why-suicide-has-become-and-epidemic-and-what-we-can-do-to-help.html
sociale imitatie en de blik
Als een lopende band leren acteurs als moderne gladiatoren aan mensen (in het speciaal jong volwassenen) om elkaar te imiteren, zodat mensen een soort reactie model hebben waarmee ze elkaar te lijf kunnen gaan. En het lijkt de illusie te steunen dat gesprekken niet een toevallig patroon volgen, wat ze helaas wel hebben. Hoe kleingeestiger de persoon, hoe incoherenter het gesprek mogelijk is, voor een buitenstaander.
Nadat we allemaal in deze papegaaien-val zijn gevallen, en de originaliteit de doodsteek is gegeven, is iedereen zijn eigen acteur geworden in een wereld waar het hele podium alleen maar om geld en sex draait. En niemand nep wil hebben.
Maar het gaat zelfs dieper, we laten anderen voor ons kijken, kijk maar eens naar je facbookvrienden. Zien ze er allemaal hetzelfde uit, in tegenstelling tot je buren? Omdat de spiegel ze allemaal hetzelfde verteld, namelijk datgene wat je zelf nooit met je eigen ogen zou kunnen zien. Daar zijn vrienden voor, domme of intelligente, zoals Sartre en Levinas het al beschreven over de blik van de ander.
We moeten zijn hoe anderen ons zien. Zelfs dronken, maar vooral winkelend. En het gevecht tegen de vooroordelen zijn dan allang opgegeven, zelfs door je plaatsgenoten en de willekeurige voorbijgangers.
Het post-moderne leven lonkt in de levenloze blik op hun profielen.
De nietszeggende blik is de blik van het anonimiteit. Hierin is geen plaats meer voor het persoonlijke, en zijn we door systeem en vervreemding (door keuze of onvrijwillig) onzichtbaar geworden. En alle imitaties zijn gezichtloze reacties.
This painting is not available in your country by Paul...
This painting is not available in your country by Paul Mutant
Artist: Website / Tumblr
zondag 26 mei 2013
Tune Alert: Loud & Proud
zaterdag 25 mei 2013
“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the...
President John F. Kennedy (at right, helped by Sergeant Allen Eldridge) places a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. Military color and honor guards stand at left.
President Kennedy at Memorial Day Ceremonies in Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington, Virginia, May 30, 1963).
John F. Kennedy, Jr. and Secret Service agent, Bob Foster, walk past military honor guards at Arlington National Cemetery in Arlington, Virginia; John attended Memorial Day Ceremonies with his father,
“As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” - President Kennedy(jfklibrary.)