The only deal I ever signed, no devil drew a dotted line.
Live from Terrorville
RSSNotice only men go into it. Why? Simple: women don’t have to. They know there’s nothing there and can live with that knowledge, but men must find out for sure. They’re haunted by that infinite hollow and its sense-making allure, and so they crave it, desire it, desire its end, its knowledge, its-to use here a Strangelove-ian phrase-its essence. They must penetrate, invade, conquer, destroy, inhabit, impregnate and if necessary even be consumed by it. It really comes down to what men lack. They lack the hollow, the uterine cavity, any creative life-yielding physiological incavation. The whole thing’s about womb envy or vagina envy, whatever you prefer
- Camille Paglia. Critic. (via leporids)
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And Then
This is the “single” on Dorian’s record “Rex.” Give it a whack and tell your friends! Download the record at http://www.neverfaceyourfears.com
No. 174 | Stillspotting | NYC
The two silhouettes you see holding hands are looking directly at the Empire State Building. Classical music is playing in the background and the weather balloons are surrounding them rhythmically to compliment the musical notes. This is an old shot and it has always reminded me of the closing scene in Fight Club (nothing blew up after I took it though).
I shot this scene during an installation last year sponsored by MoMA at 7 WTC. Plenty of other shots from this day are in my archive, as MoMA was super cool about letting people take photos.
Simpler times.
Your ears need food. Feed them right.
IT ALL HAPPENED IN MAY; winter was just starting to fade then and the money hadn’t run out yet… we’ve been plowing our little field up here for a couple of years now, but the yard is still filled with rocks and dust and sick trees… SO we bide our time, waiting for a purer kick to bloom… & the future is still bleak, uncertain and beautiful… and when we close our eyes all we can see is: open road, telephone poles, a sun that is always setting a tangled up melody falling down slowly O.K. GOODBYE
-GSYBE
To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have — to want and want — how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!
- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse (via bookmania)
- Little dude: I wanna book like The Hunger Games
- Me: Cool. So what did you like about those books? The future? The fighting? The people?
- Little dude: Oh I guess I like the survival part.
- Me: Oh, dude. I've got you. *drops Lord of the Flies and walks off the stage*
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