Cutting my fingers while cooking today (a few times, blood on the chopping board) and banging my head and so forth, was actually quite nice; at times i've thought of clumsy people as being very beautiful and envied their clumsiness - it's like a raw physicality, bumping into the world, a constant reminder your body exists. As opposed to the wintery ( Read more... )

Siouxie and the banshees are like a shadowy purple-brown room where some really dark interesting beautiful horrible things are happening

drunken brawling face, thick-spit lips & unfocused eyes; black stubble framed, calls out and points at the air, grinning at some lights

feel space around you; directionless and held by the world, forgetting, and breaking through...

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So how does one change, fight, resist the system ( Read more... )

There's something strange, something static and confining, about writing - when compared to life... I mean, when you write something, when someone creates a discourse, a world is created, a picture or set of pictures. The thing is that this is not the world itself (let's say, the world of action); it's something else, some kind of atmosphere or ( Read more... )

Where on a saturday night could you find huge bald sweating northerners, girls sucking lollipops and dummies (a new craze?), a huge friendly west indian doorman, punky hipsters, plenty dreadlocks and extremely loud and repetetive beats? and myself?

Riff Raff, that is where!

What the fuck do you think about when your whole momentary existence is engaged in swimming swimming back and forth in a chlorined pool? Gyms have Tvs now, the treadmills turned into exercise factories where both the mind and body are passive & recieving.. But here he has to think. At first he thinks again and again about his nose; sometimes in the ( Read more... )

'Yet my Mind was not at reft, because Nothing was Acted, & thoughts run in me that Words and Writing were all Nothing and muft Die, for Action is the Life of all and if thou doft not Act, though Doft Nothing.'