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Love generally...

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"Love generally but do not commit yourself to a particular love. You will become known as sympathetic friend and faithful lover because you never really permit these roles to seize your heart, you can practice and perfect them. But the heart is guarded, kept free and untarnished by any simple human affiliation so that it will reflect in glorious accuracy all the charts of the stars which the clouds one day will part to reveal. The important thing is not to approach anyone too close because tomorrow you may have become pure light."
Leonard Cohen

    [ Love generally...a mix ]

    Fiona Apple
In fact I can't stop falling out
I miss that stupid ache

    Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova
The little cracks that escalated

    PJ Harvey
I'm in New York now, No need for words now

    Twilight Singers
What makes you think I'm the one
Who will love you forever?
Everything you do has been done
And this won't last forever

    Nick Cave
Out of longing great wonders have been willed

    Rufus Wainwright
Tonight with words unspoken

    Pedro The Lion
Let down and hanging around

    The Kills
X-O, took my heart and crossed it
Set it down and lost it, set it down and lost it

    Morrissey
This is good or bad, all depending on
My general mood

    Minipop
But You Wanna Say
What You wanna Hear

    Tori Amos
Make it easy
Make this easy
It's not as heavy as it seems

    Cardigans
Whether you want empathy, animosity
An enemy or company, call me

    James
For Every Woman You Will Leave and Open Door

Art/Photos:
The Umbrella by Olena / + Autumn.In.Manhattan + by Olena / The Romance In Her Coffee by Olena / .alarm clock II by ~Braina / .shoes vs. music by ~Braina / Inside... by ~Nhung / A kiss by ~becoming-death


// NYC Man

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art: Eduardo Risso

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Away Message: Gone to..well, you know where.
P.S. I just noticed that this post looks bad on Internet Explorer. For I.E. users: The album cover is supposed to be to the left of the song link instead of above. I'll mess with it later.


Joshua Tree 2007

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U2: The Joshua Tree - Released March 9th 1987

The Joshua Tree 2007: Remastered, Re released

In 2007 The Joshua Tree, remastered, comes in four different formats including a bonus audio CD of b-sides and rarities, a live concert DVD shot in Paris in 1987 and booklets featuring liner notes from the band and unseen photography from Anton Corbijn.

+ U2: Bullet The Blue Sky (1987-11-18)
+ Interview with U2 1987


Lucifer Morningstar was a Bad Angel

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I move from dreamer to dreamer, from dream to dream, hunting for what I need. Slipping and sliding and flickering through dreams; and the dreamers will wake and wonder why this dream seemed different, wonder how real their lives can truly be.
SANDMAN #22

[ Rufus Wainwright: Evil Angel ]

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When I was fifteen I was looking through half priced comics at an old (mysterious in a Stephen King sort of way) bookstore when I found and bought the issue seen here. Having been brought up in a religious home I was freaked out by having a comic with Satan himself. Never mind the daemons doing it and other terrors contained within. So I had to hide it. I figured, when I'm older maybe this story will make sense and back I went to X-Men and Batman comics. No more of these "Suggested for Mature Readers" comics for me since I was afraid of getting in trouble for having them. This meant that for a few years I had no idea how this story began or how it ended. My resolution to wait until I was older didn't last long because I was fascinated by Dream, Death and the whole family and when I was on a vacation trip ( a year later and away from adult supervision) I bought the newest issue I could find ( part 1 of the "Brief Lives" storyline) and started reading it monthly. And the rest is history. The rest being me insisting that my two favorite High School teachers would read and recognize how good Sandman was. I don't think I got them to read Sandman but I did get Mrs. Hotard to read "The Dark Knight Returns". A great victory in my eyes. One day she's teaching us "The Stranger", the next I'm teaching her about Frank Miller's brilliant Post-Modern Regan Era Anxiety filtering of the myth of Batman.

Powells:"The first book I read was Season of Mists, which remains my favorite for reasons both sentimental and aesthetic. Kwitney notes that this is one of the more popular volumes, largely for its accessible and compelling storyline. This is also the first story in which the Endless appear in their entirety, and the first time Morpheus begins to regret the decisions he has made in the past. Confronted with his own cruelty, Morpheus journeys to Hell to free the lover he'd confined there, only to be handed the key to the realm by Lucifer, who has decided to retire. "

"Would the Lord of hell destroy his realm? Would the Lord of hell ever free the souls held in torment? Would the Lord of hell expel the never-born? Would the Lord of hell abandon the war with heaven?"

"The Lord of hell will do what he damn well likes."
SANDMAN #23

[ Booth And The Bad Angel: Dance Of The Bad Angels ]

Previously....... [ Absolutely ]

+ Dave McKean Links


Esse

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Esse

I looked at that face, dumbfounded. The lights of métro stations flew by; I didn't notice  them. What can be done, if our sight lacks absolute power to devour objects ecstatically, in an instant, leaving nothing more  than the void of an ideal form, a sign like a hieroglyph simplified from the drawing of an animal or bird? A slightly snub nose, a high brow with sleekly brushed-back hair, the line of the chin - but why isn't the power of sight absolute? - and in a whiteness tinged with pink two sculpted holes, containing a dark, lustrous lava. To absorb that face but to have it simultaneously against the background of all spring boughs, walls, waves, in its weeping, its laughter, moving it back fifteen years, or ahead thirty. To have. It is not even a desire. Like a butterfly, a fish, the stem of a plant, only more mysterious. And so it befell me that after so many attempts at naming the world, I am able only to repeat, harping on one string, the highest, the unique avowal beyond which no power can attain: I am, she is. Shout, blow the trumpets, make thousands-strong marches, leap, rend your clothing, repeating only: is!

She got out at Raspail. I was left behind with the immensity of existing things.
A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.

Brie-Comte-Robert, 1954

+ Mark Ronson - God Put A Smile Upon Your Face (feat. The Daptone Horns) @iguessimfloating