Monday, January 24, 2011

I like explosions

Let all form become formless, and chaos swallow the structure of the world in a gigantic maelstrom. Let there be tremendous commotion and noise, terror, and explosion, and then let there be eternal silence and total forgetfulness. And in those final moments, let all humanity has felt until now, hope, regret, love, despair, and hatred, explode with such force that nothing is left behind. Would not such moments be the triumph of nothingness and the final apotheosis of nonbeing?

- E.M. Coiran

We like explosions that leave you feeling good. We like ideas that change the world for good.

- Devo


On the Heights of Despair by E.M. Coiran, translated by Ilinka Zarifopol-Johnston

New Traditionalists(LP) by Devo

Sunday, January 9, 2011


Ernest Christopher Dowson (2 August 1867 – 23 February 1900)


The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof
(This is the end of every song man sings!)
The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain,
Bitter as wormwood and as salt as pain;
And health and hope have gone the way of love
Into the drear oblivion of lost things.
Ghosts go along with us until the end;
This was a mistress, this, perhaps, a friend.
With pale, indifferent eyes, we sit and wait
For the dropt curtain and the closing gate:
This is the end of all the songs man sings.

- Ernest Christopher Dowson


The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson by Ernest Christopher Dowson, with a memoir by Arthur Symons.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Something beautiful

A superb performance of Beethoven's Symphony #7, 2nd Movement, conducted by the great Herbert von Karajan.

Friday, January 7, 2011

To -

George Henry Seeley, Nude - The Pool, photogravure, 1910

I heed not that my earthly lot
Hath-little of earth in it-
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:-
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate
Who am a passer-by.

-Edgar Allan Poe