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The Flowers Of Pain

2009-07-01T23:07:00.007+01:00

The Fire Sermon

2009-06-28T21:52:00.005+01:00

Datta, Dayadhvam, Damyata

(Give, Sympathise, Control)

From Buddha's 'Fire Sermon', also employed in T.S. Eliot's 'The Wasteland'.

Love and Death

2009-06-28T21:46:00.005+01:00

A Stand

2009-05-28T18:02:00.009+01:00

The coldness, the “quickly sated intellect,” the awareness of banality, the tendency to be easily wearied and surfeited, the capacity for disgust – it was all constituted to elevate to a profession that same talent to which it was linked.

Why? Because it belonged only in part of the private personality; the rest, however, came from something above the individual, was an expression of a collective sense that the means of art had turned stale and were exhausted by history, of being bored by all that, of striving for new paths. “Art advances,” Kretzschmar wrote, “and does so by means of the personality, which is the product and tool of its times and in which objective and subjective motives are joined beyond differentiation, each assuming the form of the other. Art’s vital need for revolutionary progress and achievement of the new depends on the strongest subjective sense for what is hackneyed, for what has nothing more to say, for those standard, normal means that have now become ‘impossible’; and so art helps itself to apparently unvital elements: personal weariness and intellectual boredom, the disgust that comes with perceiving ‘how it’s done,’ the cursed proclivity to see things in light of their own parody, the ‘sense of the comic’ – what I am saying is: Art, in its will to live and progress, puts on the mask of these dull-hearted personal traits in order to manifest, objectivize, and fulfil itself in them.

Thomas Mann, Doctor Faustus

Progress is a comfortable disease.

e.e. cummings

Mediocrity must not be tolerated.

Tripping Up. Falling Down.

2009-05-28T17:22:00.004+01:00

A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable. But more useful than a life spent doing nothing.

George Bernard Shaw

Socrates' Problem

2009-03-30T17:23:00.005+01:00

And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds, they are immune to your consultations, they're quite aware of what they're going through...

David Bowie

Tiberius

2009-03-30T15:36:00.007+01:00

Chadwick Tyler

If one was not a winner one was a victim, and there seemed to be no way to change that. No pretence was of any avail. It was not a question of looking or acting like a winner - that could always be managed, although no one was taken in by it - it was a matter of conviction, of feeling like one, of knowing you belonged to the caste, of recognizing and being sure of your genius. He paid, got up, and went out into the rain

Paul Bowles

That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore

2009-03-09T13:20:00.006Z

The Rorschach inkblot test is a psychological evalutation test used to diagnose thought disorder and differentiate psychotic from non-psychotic thinking cases.

Pagliacci (Players, or Clowns) is a famous tragic opera by Ruggero Leoncavallo.

It was often said that the perenially-depressed Groucho Marx was the only person in the world who didn't have Groucho Marx to cheer him up.

Just like Pagliacci did, I try to keep my sadness hid.

Smokey Robinson, The Tears Of A Clown

Heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says "But, doctor...I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.

Rorschach, Watchmen

That Connection

2009-03-09T11:25:00.001Z

Four Spicy Wings

2009-03-06T20:26:00.007Z

Chicken: Low Art, High Calorie is a new book by graphic designer Siaron Hughes that explores the ubiquitous and entertaining visual signage of the hallowed fried chicken joint. The saviour of many a starved day and night, spicy wings, meal deals, and satisfying grease, the fried chicken stop holds a special place in the lives of its clientele, which makes this publication a unique, idiosyncratic and commendable endeavour.

Interview with Morris Cassanova (aka Mr Chicken), the man who designs and makes the signs for most of the chicken shops in the UK.

A Whiter Shade Of Pale

2009-03-02T20:21:00.005Z

Dear Old Love is a blog of short notes by people to those who they've loved (or at least liked). Requited or unrequited. It is in parts funny, illuminating and heartbreaking.

Directed to by Ned Beauman's interview with its creator, Andy Selsberg, in brilliant new fanzine, Hustle London.

Where Do You Sleep?
Sometimes I wonder if you are still alive, and if so, if you ever got a real bed.

Convertible

It was fun being your midlife crisis.

My Way of Saying

Breaking up with you and then begging for you to take me back was my way of saying I love you.

Circadian

My body clock still wakes me up at two every night in anticipation of your drunk dials.

Escape Planning
Sorry I was so distant the last two years of our relationship. I was trying to figure a way out.

After The Flood

2009-03-02T17:47:00.011Z

Mephistopheles, At 17 (The View From His Den)

The Blue Line

The Boy Who Could Be King

Too Pretty

Hernan Bas is an American artist. His fantastical and physical paintings locate Classical myth and Fin de siecle literary references within a modern Pop vision of the romance and bruising nature of adolescence. The willingness to believe is at the core of his work.

Saatchi Profile

Shiver

2009-02-22T17:56:00.001Z

Colt Running

2009-02-18T12:39:00.011Z

London Gun, 1993

Elvis' Gun, 1991

Monkey With Gun, 1992

Tupac, 1991

Cyclops, Albert Watson

Crea La Femme

2009-02-17T22:03:00.008Z

Hedi Slimane

Peter Lindbergh

Nan Goldin

French Vogue, February 2009

Are You Trying To Save My Soul?

2009-02-17T20:56:00.013Z

Presented by David Fincher and Spike Jonze, The Fall is a fairytale film by Tarsem about the power of dream.

Shot over four years, in over twenty countries and largely financed by Tarsem to protect his creative vision, it is a visual tour de force. Somewhat overlooked when released in 2006, its mise-en-scene and cinematic power deserve to be viewed on the silver screen and are testament to the breathtaking power of aesthetics over idea.

Man In The Mirror

2009-02-17T12:03:00.005Z

Michael Jackson Portrait by Norman Oak, 1995

The Collection of Michael Jackson

Yes?

2009-02-13T16:19:00.001Z

History is made by those who say no.

Jon Savage

The Descent of Man

2009-02-12T16:28:00.009Z

The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.

Charles Darwin

Adrift On Dreams Of Splendour

2009-02-12T15:48:00.009Z

Gustave Dore was a 19th century French artist. His commissions consisted of a sublime client list that included the English Bible and works by Balzac, Byron, Cervantes, Coleridge, Dante, Milton, Poe, Rabelais and Tennyson.

The Revolution Of Everyday Life

2009-02-11T11:23:00.002Z

Be regular and ordinary in your life, like a bourgeois, that you may be violent and original in your work.

Gustave Flaubert

Black On Black

2009-02-11T10:28:00.024Z

No. 1 (Black Form Paintings) - Mark Rothko

Mark Rothko's series of Black-Form paintings in the 1960s presented a progressive way of perceiving the colour black. Black is often thought of as a plain colour, a solid sweep of a single tone, but contemplated long enough Rothko's black paintings reveal a complexity of depth and tone, layer and texture. Instead of negating colour and light, these black paintings build a more sincere and thoughtful relationship with them.

Black on black is often ignorantly dismissed for lack of immediate attention-grabbing, but what is forgot with this disregard is how such a combination invites the viewer to look more closely and holds the gaze for longer, often experimenting with elements of light, contrast and implication in interesting ways.

Giles Revell

Thierry Le Goues

Ansell Adams

Hiroshi Sugimoto

Pavla Kopecna (black and white shot in colour)

Playing Crucifiction

2009-02-05T00:02:00.011Z

Andres Serrano

Sebastian Horsley

Hermann Nitsch

Loverman - Crucifiction

Art Direction : Gabriel Bruce
Photography: Sonia Melot

Safe In Nothing

2009-02-04T23:47:00.002Z

I'm not insecure. I've been through way too much fucking bullshit to be insecure. But I've been humbled. That makes you grateful for every day you have.

Drew Barrymore

A Tale Of Hard Times

2009-02-04T14:03:00.006Z

In September 1982, against a backdrop of the most severe recession since the Great Depression, The Face published its 'Hard Times' issue. The lead feature was written by Robert Elms. In its entirety, the article is suprisingly and pressingly pertinent through whichever lens of music, fashion or youth culture that you look at it, and is as good an example as any of the cyclical waves of culture that it propounds.

Here are a few choice cuts:

Bear with me for a while, this first bit may be hard but it is important. Read it twice if you have to because there is something that you are going to have to grasp before we can go any further. And that is the notion that Youth Culture now represents not a rebellion but a tradition, or rather a series of traditions that date back to the advent of the teenager and continue to grow along a compound continuum of action and reaction.

Imagine a spiral that begins with a birth out of affluence and post-war liberation and moves through time propelled by its own mythology and its own contrariness and is affected by technology and whimsy and economics. It is cyclical, but the circle is never completed because it is also evolutionary, therefore patterns repeat but they are never quite the same.

Now you must also accept that there is no such thing as a “generation gap” anymore; how can you rebel against the generation of Coltrane or Brando or MacInnes? What we have is a heritage that you can draw succour and inspiration from; and there’s those who do and those who don’t. That’s the only gap.

Suffice to say things are changing. What began as a desire to shed the clinging, depressive old skin of post-punk monotony and replace it with a set of bold, bright new clothes is slowly evolving into an entrenched, die-hard mentality where “Good Times” is replaced by “Money’s Too Tight To Mention”. But the dancing at least doesn’t stop.

It’s still easiest to describe as a hardening of attitude.

What has emerged is a more aggressive hedonism where sex and dancing and stimulants represent a back-against-the-wall defiance.

Soul. Now that’s a word for the times.

Just as mainstream pop culture becomes more and more produced, safer, predictably bright and danceable, so the reaction occurs. The spiral moves on by looking back, looking for some roots, searching for a little soul in a soulless world.

Political awareness is a personal thing, but everybody who can feel is feeling pain right now. People are getting angrier, the optimism that once led to bluff and bravado is now an optimism that you’ll be able to hold on, an optimism that you can defy and you can dance.

Things are changing again only this time we know a lot more than three chords. With any luck there’s even harder times ahead.

Young Animal

2009-01-26T16:33:00.004Z

Detroit Metal City is an Anime about a Japanese guy called Negishi who loves Swedish Indie Pop. However, he finds himself becoming the singer of a Death Metal band and takes the stage name of Johannes Krauser II.

He is eternally conflicted because of this.

R Links

2009-01-26T14:49:00.010Z

Personal possessions that had once belonged to the Kray twins, the U.K.’s most notorious gangsters, are to be auctioned this evening at Chiswick Auctions.

They include three pairs of Ronnie Kray’s Ray-Ban sunglasses; a signed 1964 photo of the besuited twins standing beside their mother in Vallance Road, the East End street where they grew up and my mother taught; and five hand-written poems by Reggie Kray, one of which is titled 'Their Was A Cripled Boy' (sic).

(post-auction edit: Total lot fetched £100k)

9 carat gold ring

(post-auction edit: £3.6k)

A pair of heavy gold cufflinks, bearing the letter "R", below a row of six small diamonds

(post-auction edit: £4.8k)

Money

2009-01-25T20:57:00.009Z

Fat Hand and Dollars, Helmut Newton, 1986

A German woman burning money as fuel during the 1923-24 hyperinflation.

At its worst in the summer of 2008, £1 equalled 1.2 trillion Zimbabwe dollars.

The KLF burn £1 million, 1983.

Money doesn't mind if we say it's evil, it goes from strength to strength. It's a fiction, an addiction, and a tacit conspiracy.

Weapons are like money; no one knows the meaning of enough.

Martin Amis

More Heart

2009-01-21T00:12:00.004Z

"The sun waves at the moon... I'm ringing church bells."

Bottom of the Barrel

2009-01-20T12:30:00.001Z

Apparently yesterday was the most depressing day of the year.

A Kingdom of Heaven Not Worthy of Hell

2009-01-13T00:22:00.008Z

A new year of horror in Gaza

It Was Really Nothing

2009-01-12T23:58:00.010Z

Rock and roll adolescent hoodlums storm the streets of all nations. They rush into the Louvre and throw acid in the Mona Lisa's face.

How I hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity.

To Where

2009-01-12T23:52:00.000Z

Penance

2009-01-07T00:28:00.012Z

I did think for many, many years that because of my ability I could beat the system. And I was wrong.

Everything was just all or nothing.

Girls Who Came Knocking On His Door

2009-01-05T15:32:00.014Z

Denise Bomkens

Sophie Dahl

Devon Aoki

Camilla Rutherford

Amy Howsam

Alice Dodd

A "go-see" is a model casting without the prospect of a definite commission.

Juergen Teller's Go-Sees chronicles such meetings with young women between 1998-1999.

Shot in the doorway of his studio, they are a complicit two-way exchange of a pressured gaze.

As I Descend

2009-01-04T23:12:00.007Z

Waterloo underpass

Eurydice

I am not afraid as I descend,
step by step, leaving behind the salt wind
blowing up the corrugated river,

the damp city streets, their sodium glare
of rush-hour headlights pitted with pearls of rain;
for my eyes still reflect the half remembered moon.

Already your face recedes beneath the station clock,
a damp smudge among the shadows
mirrored in the train's wet glass,

will you forget me? Steel tracks lead you out
past cranes and crematoria,
boat yards and bike sheds, ruby shards

of roman glass and wolf-bone mummified in mud,
the rows of curtained windows like eyelids
heavy with sleep, to the city's green edge.

Now I stop my ears with wax, hold fast
the memory of the song you once whispered in my ear.
Its echoes tangle like briars in my thick hair.

You turned to look.
Second fly past like birds.
My hands grow cold. I am ice and cloud.

This path unravels.
Deep in hidden rooms filled with dust
and sour night-breath the lost city is sleeping.

Above the hurt sky is weeping,
soaked nightingales have ceased to sing.
Dusk has come early. I am drowning in blue.

I dream of a green garden
where the sun feathers my face
like your once eager kiss.

Soon, soon I will climb
from this blackened earth
into the diffident light.

Sue Hubbard

A Dirty Shame

2009-01-04T21:02:00.002Z

God knows, I never want to hurt someone's feelings.

The Sight Of The Sea

2009-01-04T20:55:00.009Z

Sophie Calle met people who were born blind. Who had never seen. She asked them what their image of beauty was.

The most beautiful thing I ever saw is the sea, the sea going out so far you lose sight of it.

"The Blind", English Version (#1 The Sea), Sophie Calle, 1986

The Argentine

2009-01-04T20:21:00.008Z

Steven Soderbergh's epic history drama Che.
Amongst the circles of history, myth and fiction, where does truth sit?

What is the most important quality for a revolutionary to possess?

Love.

Sunday

2009-01-04T19:46:00.004Z

You know those days when you've got the mean reds... the blues are because you're getting fat or maybe it's been raining too long. You're sad, that's all. But the mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don't know what you're afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen, only you don't know what it is.

Truman Capote

No Man's Land

2008-12-26T00:28:00.003Z

When the storm is over and the night falls and the moon is out in all its glory and all you're left with is the rhythm of the sea, of the waves, you know what God intended for the human race, you know what paradise is.

Party Time, Harold Pinter

Harold Pinter, Playwright and Hackney stalwart

10th October 1930 - 24th December 2008

Under Your Skin

2008-12-04T18:06:00.006Z

Gavin Watson's Skins & Punks is a sensitive and honest coming-of-age story set against the grey backdrop of Thatcher's Britain. Pictures of his family, his girlfriend and friends that get under your skin without you realising.

"If the kids are united, then we'll never be divided."

Today Is The Shadow Of Tomorrow

2008-12-03T18:18:00.006Z

Us Now is a new film project, directed by Ivo Gormley, about the power of mass collaboration, government and the internet. It's an articulate provocation about the role of social media and the potential it has to change our world.

The revolution doesn't happen when society adopts new tools. It happens when it adopts new behaviours.

Clay Shirky

Hello Buddy

2008-12-03T18:09:00.009Z

Ben Rayner and dogs love each other. They greet each other with "Hello Buddy".

His buddy book is released tomorrow.

I Hope To God

2008-12-01T17:16:00.009Z

You know me, I'm acting dumb
You know the scene, very humdrum
Boredom. Boredom.

The Buzzcocks - Boredom

You know me, I'm acting dumb-dumb
You know this scene is very humdrum
And my favourite song's entitled 'Boredom'

Orange Juice - Rip It Up

I Thought California Would Be Different

2008-12-01T14:53:00.002Z

Tempo

2008-12-01T12:16:00.006Z

Raid Pace, the first publication from Better Off Dead, is out now, featuring the photography of six friends and their travels.

Everything Is Going To Be Alright

2008-11-30T22:16:00.000Z

Because she said it would be.

Directional

2008-11-30T21:58:00.000Z

A Flicker

2008-11-27T15:23:00.002Z

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

xxv

2008-11-26T16:56:00.005Z

Perhaps my best years are gone but I wouldn't want them back, not with the fire in me now.

Samuel Beckett

In The Summertime

2008-11-26T16:17:00.011Z

Before us stands yesterday.

Ted Hughes

Richey James Edwards R.I.P

Born 22nd December 1967 - Officially Declared Dead 23rd November 2008

Camera Lucida

2008-11-26T15:07:00.009Z

Throwawayfuck

Through It

2008-11-25T18:14:00.005Z

As long as you know I am waiting, take your time flowers of the spring.

Yukio Mishima

Our Time

2008-11-25T18:09:00.005Z

Baiting The Public

2008-11-25T18:06:00.000Z

Do Something

2008-11-25T18:00:00.001Z

Call Me Morbid

2008-11-25T17:52:00.005Z

And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I'll tell you the story of my life:
Sixteen, clumsy and shy

It Doesn't Matter What They Said

2008-11-05T16:42:00.007Z

Winona Forever

2008-11-03T13:15:00.003Z

I've learned that it's ok to be flawed.

They Were Prompted

2008-11-03T13:14:00.006Z

Silence is so accurate.

Mark Rothko

Optimism

2008-10-20T11:51:00.006+01:00

Everything Is Possible, Matthew Stone

Do Not Tighten, James Balmforth

Appetite, Awst and Walther

Our Sons Their Fathers Failing Language See, James Balmforth

Feature in The Independent

Hannah Barry Gallery

Sound of The Devoted

2008-09-29T16:32:00.007+01:00

My 8-track selection for The Devoted:

Midnight Star - Midas Touch

Nice & Wild - Diamond Girl

Pineapples - Come On Closer

Kano - Another Life

Tom Tom Club - Genius Of Love

Ciccone Youth - Into The Groove(y)

The Specials - Friday Night, Saturday Morning

Wreckless Eric - Whole Wide World

Sensitive Time

2008-09-26T05:59:00.006+01:00

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

Arthur Rimbaud

House Anxiety

2008-09-25T16:29:00.004+01:00

House Anxiety

Free Market

2008-09-24T23:36:00.004+01:00

Financial institutions generally do all they can to avoid discussing the matter of regulation, especially in regard to their practices, choosing instead to cherish the sanctity of the free market. Government interference is not welcome in the free market. Now in crisis, these same institutions are demanding government intervention. Health, social security, education and employment suffer nationwide across the USA due to lack of investment but when the pillars of the rich are threatened $700 billion dollars surfaces to save them. Of taxpayers' money.

Every Step Of The Way

2008-09-24T23:01:00.002+01:00

Othello Woolf by Ren Rox

Annual Health Assessment

2008-09-23T22:45:00.001+01:00

Risk Category: Very High

The Wine of Forever

2008-09-21T23:37:00.007+01:00

It was an important night in my life, because I had to make a decision about the hotel. Either I paid up or I got out: that was what the note said, the note the landlady had put under the door. A great problem, deserving acute attention. I solved it by turning out the lights and going to bed.

"the writing of some
men
is like a vast bridge
that carries you
over
the many things
that claw and tear."

It's Not How Old I Am, It's How Old I Feel

2008-09-18T22:04:00.003+01:00

Sir Ben Kingsley STOMPS into the shoes of Minor Threat's Ian MacKaye from Mean Magazine on Vimeo.

Go to college, be a man, what's the fucking deal?

No Kiss

2008-09-16T22:50:00.002+01:00

Kolkata, December 2005

Today

2008-09-14T22:56:00.004+01:00

The only authentic image of the future is the failure of the present.

Terry Eagleton

Something For Nothing

2008-09-14T22:32:00.003+01:00

I have no genius, no mission to fulfill, no remarkable feelings to bestow. I have nothing and I deserve nothing. Yet in spite of it, I desire some sort of recompense.

Henri Barbusse

Blank Cheque

2008-09-11T00:05:00.001+01:00

Chance

2008-09-10T23:59:00.003+01:00

Tells A Tale Of Horror

2008-09-10T23:08:00.009+01:00

It was shortly after the British Red Cross arrived, though it may have no connection, that a very large quantity of lipstick arrived. This was not at all what we men wanted, we were screaming for hundreds and thousands of other things and I don’t know who asked for lipstick. I wish so much that I could discover who did it; it was the action of genius, sheer unadulterated brilliance. I believe nothing did more for these internees than the lipstick.... At last someone had done something to make them individuals again, they were someone, no longer merely the number tattooed on the arm. At last they could take an interest in their appearance. That lipstick started to give them back their humanity.

An extract from the diary of Lieutenant Colonel Mervin Willett Gonin DSO, amongst the first British soldiers to liberate the concentration camp of Bergen-Belsen in 1945.

Usain Bolt

2008-09-09T17:06:00.007+01:00

100m - 9.69 seconds
200m - 19.83 seconds

I woke around 11am and decided to watch some TV and had some nuggets.

There Is No Why

2008-09-09T16:52:00.004+01:00

If you want something, nothing is impossible.

Crush

2008-08-10T22:25:00.006+01:00

Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae
["The days when Cynara was queen will not return for me" - Catullus]

Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bow'd by head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses, riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finish'd and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.

Ernest Dowson

Why So Serious?

2008-08-04T23:12:00.002+01:00

The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules.

Tender Is The Night

2008-07-03T00:48:00.016+01:00

He knew that there was passion there, but there was no shadow of it in her eyes or on her mouth; there was a faint spray of champagne on her breath. She clung nearer desperately and once more he kissed her and was chilled by the innocence of her kiss, by the glance that at the moment of contact looked beyond him out into the darkness of the night, the darkness of the world.

I am slowly coming back to life... I wish someone were in love with me like boys were ages ago before I was sick. I suppose it will be years, though, before I could think of anything like that.

There was some element of loneliness involved--so easy to be loved--so hard to love.

By The Dordogne

2008-07-03T00:48:00.013+01:00

Keep true to the dreams of thy youth.

Friedrich von Schiller

Ennui

2008-07-03T00:48:00.008+01:00

It's such a
Bore
Being always
Poor

Langston Hughes

Untitled Youth

2008-06-03T14:23:00.004+01:00

"adolescents in their states of despair, intoxication and immature ribaldry"

YSL

2008-06-02T14:34:00.009+01:00

There is no world that is refined that is not also melancholy.

Yves Saint Laurent

August 1936 - June 2008

Behind The Bunhouse

2008-05-30T11:36:00.014+01:00

I hear that she likes to dance around the room
To a worn out 12" of Marquee Moon.

Out

2008-05-30T11:36:00.012+01:00

Regret, Alex Mojito x Judah Bonds

A Thought

2008-05-28T15:57:00.012+01:00

Margins Of Zeal

2008-05-28T15:52:00.002+01:00

Karl Confidential

2008-05-28T15:44:00.004+01:00

Sankara

2008-05-28T11:04:00.005+01:00

Jason John Wurm

But choose wisely, for while the true Grail will bring you life, the false Grail will take it from you.

Thomas

2008-05-28T01:40:00.004+01:00

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy,
The sleepless soul that perished in his pride;
Of him who walked in glory and in joy
Following his plough, along the mountain side:
By our own spirits are we deified:
We poets in our youth begin in gladness;
But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

William Wordsworth

At The End

2008-05-28T01:37:00.003+01:00

Marianne Spurr

The One Who Watches Us All

2008-05-28T01:33:00.008+01:00

Gaze

2008-05-28T01:29:00.005+01:00

Gaze Study #02, Desiree Dolron

The Same

2008-05-27T00:09:00.002+01:00

Grey Hours : Naples

2008-05-26T22:35:00.002+01:00

There are some hours when I seem so indifferent; all things fade
To an indifferent greyness, like that grey of the sky;
Always at evening-ends, on grey days; and I know not why,
But life, and art, and love, and death, are the shade of a shade.
Then, in those hours, I hear old voices murmur aloud,
And memory forgoes desire, too weary at heart for regret;
Dreams come with beckoning fingers, and I forget to forget;
The world as a cloud drifts by, or I drift by as a cloud.

Arthur Symons

Independent

2008-05-26T19:17:00.008+01:00

An exhibition celebrating Soho's independent record stores, photographed by Spencer Murphy and arranged by Ali Augur.

http://www.creativereview.co.uk/crblog/the-disappearing-world-of-sohos-independent-record-shops/

For Tomorrow

2008-05-26T19:07:00.008+01:00

Like anyone, I suppose I'm holding on for tomorrow...

Goldin Heart

2008-05-26T18:29:00.003+01:00