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"What do you value the most?"
"Someone I love"
E. Hemingway

The Stills: Still In Love

// R.E.M: Country Feedback //

// Kanye West feat. Dido: Say You Will //

You are my horizon | You flood my mind | You drain my heart | You squeeze my spirit | You infuse me with hope | You haunt my beliefs | You congest my memories | You steal my free will | You dance and I tremble | You make me forget myself | You make me want to write poems every hour | Poem [2] is just an abstract rendition of a sexual act using some physics and mathematical terms. | This line, that lacks pain killers, is for designing the ardency of my seduction of you | I resent the formation of my name upon your lips without a trace of compassion | I’m maintained by the mercy of indexed prayers and photographs of you. | These are the lines I wanted to crawl over and whisper to you....

Paul McCartney: From A Lover To A Friend

// U2: Who's Gonna Ride Your Wildhorses //

// John Cale: I Keep A Close Watch //

"Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love--and to put its trust in life"
Joseph Conrad


sunday singularities: a miscellany

+If You Are Going to Protest Do it Right
+Aerosmith: Pink/live
+Norwegian Recycling - Viva La Viral
+14 TV Shows We Want Back
+The Brady Bunch - Major Lazer Bunch
+Meeting The Queen - Russell Brand
+Previously On Lost
+Batman's got game
+"Headlock" by Esser
+Josh Reichmann Oracle Band Bat For Lashes cover 
+Bat for Lashes - Daniel/live on letterman
+“Lake Of Silver Bells” by Carbon Leaf
+Del Marquis "Litter To Society" (Lifelike Remix)
+untouchable face / riki rocket remix
+Au Revoir Simone Live at Webster Hall
+Chairlift Live at Music Hall of Williamsburg - Bruises
+GORILLAZ: Bananaz
+The Official Punch-Out!! Thread of Reliving Our Childhoods
+Spielberg takes Boom Blox to a whole new level 
+Hitler reacts to new Star Trek movie

At one time The future it stretched out before me

* Addendum [ ] not call her and tell her you love her.

“You’re not a kid anymore. You have the right to choose your own life. You can start again. If you want a cat, all you have to do is choose a life in which you can have a cat. It’s simple. It’s your right.”
— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle/via

R.E.M: Imitation of Life
Morrissey : My Life Is An Endless Succession Of People Saying Goodbye

I forgot where I got the images from.

Lonely People


but my hands remember hers, rolling ‘round the shaded ferns. naked arms, her secrets still like songs i’d never learned. there are names across the sea, only now i do believe. sometimes, with the windows closed, she’ll sit and think of me. but she’ll mend his tattered clothes, and they’ll kiss as if they know. a baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone / Iron and Wine via

Old love, new love Every love but true love


Love, though in a sense it may be admitted to be stronger than death, is by no means so universal and so sure. In fact, love is rare--the love of men, of things, of ideas, the love of perfected skill. For love is the enemy of haste; it takes count of passing days, of men who pass way, of fine art matured slowly in the course of years and doomed in a short time to pass away too, and be no more. Love and regret go and in hand in this world of changes swifter than the shifting of the clouds reflected in the mirror of the sea.
Joseph Conrad

excitement and disasters


Erik Satie - Gnossienne No 2

Arthur Rimbaud  

Boredom's no longer my love. Rage, dissipation, insanity—I've known all their excitement and disasters—my whole burden's laid down. Let's coolly consider the extent of my innocence.

I wouldn't be able to ask for the comforts of a thrashing any more. I don't consider myself setting out on a wedding with Jesus Christ as father-in-law.

I'm not a prisoner of my reason. I said: God. I want freedom in salvation—how do I find it? I've lost my taste for the frivolous. No further need for devotion or divine love. I don't miss the century of feeding hearts. Each has its charms, contempt and charity. And I Serve my place at
the top of this angelic ladder of good sense.

As for conventional happiness, domestic or not. . . no, I just can't. I'm too worn out, too weak. Life flourishes only when you work, an old cliche! As for me, my life doesn't weigh enough, it flies off and floats high up above action that point so dear to the world.

Life's the joke each of us keeps on playing.

it wears me out, it wears me out


+ Radiohead - Live @Saitama 2008

How come I end up where I went wrong
I'm amazed that I survived
Don't get my sympathy
why so green and lonely?
What, what was that you tried to say?
I'll laugh until my head comes off
And it wears me out, it wears me out
and now i don't know why
I have no idea what I am talking about
I'm in the middle of your picture
My brain says I'm recieving pain
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
Come slowly to me
I'm not here
This isn't happening


/pics via

thoughtless ways


I love you
For your little,startled,thoughtless ways,
For your ponderings,like soft dark birds,
And when you speak ‘tis a sudden sunlight.

I love you
For your wide child eyes,and fluttering hands,
For the little divinities your wrists,
And the beautiful mysteries your fingers.

I love you.
Does the blossom study her day of life?
Is the butterfly vexed with an hour of soul?
I had rather a rose than live forever.
ee cummings

+ Kaiser Chiefs - Everyday I Love You Less And Less

I'm writing this to you in reverse because my inside is outside


If you've ever wanted to write me, why not do it now?

“In some ways I love everything cause it’s less of a thing than ‘like’, less distinct, less particular. I like things that I like but I love everything. There’s more choice in ‘like’ cause even the worst things have things to love in them.
— Cassie Ainsworth, Skins /via

i miss you when you are not around

I can't sleep and I just watched a dumb movie filmed in NYC which made me miss you, brunch, walks on the Upper East Side at night, Museums, The Park, Duane Reed runs for random stuff, Coffee shops, your laughter, waiting for play tickets, dancing at night, eating late, trying to sleep when they pick up the trash, and every time I've visited rushed completely into one sleepless blink. So I found a picture I took from my first visit, just to make my Hyperthymesia last a little longer.

In our rags of light

by Glorious®

Dear Frisk,

I had another one of my endless insomniac nights. I was lying on my living room floor with what seemed like a million magazines around me, trying to make some art happen. I was watching the "Live in London" DVD (I've been obsessed with "If it be your will" lately) and thought of you. So I'm mailing you a little something because I was thinking of you. Lets write a poem together one day soon.

temporary and annotated

I'm in my usual Sunday sleepless trance, and I thought: This is how it happens. Should I write about it? or would it be too "The Man Behind The Curtain". People don't really want to know the how's and the why's but someone said "Can't imagine how much research and work goes into it..must be staggering" (never thought about it that wayand someone else says "it makes me shiver to think how amazing you are". Who doesn't like compliments?

Tonight it starts with the end of a three day haze of intense meditation on a woman I deeply adore.

Now to continue the thread where that leads. What song reminds me of her? "Pour Some Sugar On Me" ? Maybe that's just a song I want to sing to her. I find the thread in a Green Lanter Comic Book (#40) in the words of a Star Sapphire:


U2: The First Time/live
Shows me colours when there's none to see 
Gives me hope when I can't believe 
That for the first time 
I feel love 

But that is all irony. Love is not what emanates from her to me. What quote can soften the blow of my disappointment?


I was going to post a picture of my desk but it is a mess at the moment. A PC faces one way, I have nicknamed it "Battlestar". The Mac faces my left. I initially had named it "Alfred" but recently changed it to "Darhma". My desk area is nicknamed "Central Dogma". Maybe my Iphone needs a Friday Night Lights themed nickname so that I have all my tv show nick names covered. Go Panthers!


What's the next move? A declaration. A well rehearsed sililoquie

Sex to forget? to Heal?

SkinskidsdrinkDrinking with my mates?

I don't know what's next. That leads to the end. If it doesn't make sense, its OK. Remember: I'm sleep deprived at the moment.

I haven't chosen to be alone, but am


night truths
by stephen dunn

I've known an edginess, come evening,
when I haven't chosen to be alone, but am,
the necessity of music, the implacable silence
of the telephone, when my faith is faith
in the provisional, wild, no consolation
in it, and deeply, late at night, in the
peaty, musk-scented, moon-driven dark
I've felt so singular,
so importantly sorry for myself,
or so exquisitely stilled, attuned,
that I knew there were night truths
unavailable to lovers or the loved,
though I might be close to them,
and have put off sleep because sleep
is social, intrusive, all the uninvited
waiting to make appearances, put it off
until it came for me, ignorantly, persuasive.

[poem via Riese]