10.31.2014

Laberinto

Feeling of complete




30 October.

The possibilities within me, I won’t say to act or write The Miser, but to be the miser himself. It would need only a sudden determined movement of my hands, the entire orchestra gazes in fascination at the spot above the conductor’s stand where the baton will rise.

Feeling of complete helplessness.






From Franz Kafka  // Diary entry of October 30, 1921.


10.30.2014

El Más Grando Bastardo

La Familia de las Cosas




You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.



Mary Oliver // The Wild Geese

10.29.2014

Rompeme las Piernas

I Was Going to Hell




TOM: When I met Steve, I was very rebellious with the church, and it fascinated me that Steven was gay and involved with the church at the same time. I had a very fundamentalist background, so it was very hard for me to come out ’cause I had all these religious friends who told me I was going to hell. [I went to a] Bible college, so I didn’t have a pretty time at first. I was running around with friends that drank and took drugs, and Steven rarely drank, wasn’t into drugs, so that fascinated me. And he was very sweet and gentle.


Sage Sohier

10.28.2014

El Cometa Fatalista




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10.27.2014

Lágrimas Feroces




And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.






Dylan Thomas // Born October 27 // Do not go gentle into that good night.

Musas Inquietantes





Day now, night now, at head, side, feet,
They stand their vigil in gowns of stone,
Faces blank as the day I was born,
Their shadows long in the setting sun
That never brightens or goes down.
And this is the kingdom you bore me to,
Mother, mother. But no frown of mine
Will betray the company I keep.





Sylvia Plath // Born October 27 // The Disquieting Muses




Desnudo

Kalman en Incertidumbre

Because it's Killing Me



I do not care for walks either, and have been a reluctant walker all my life. I have always disliked walking, but I am prepared to go for walks with friends, and this makes them think I am a keen walker, for there is an amazing theatricality about the way I walk. I am certainly not a keen walker, nor am I a nature lover or a nature expert. But when I am with friends I walk in such a way as to convince them I am a keen walker, a nature lover, and a nature expert. I know nothing about nature. I hate nature, because it is killing me. I live in the country only because the doctors have told me that I must live in the country if I want to survive—for no other reason. In fact I love everything except nature, which I find sinister; I have become familiar with the malignity and implacability of nature through the way it has dealt with my own body and soul, and being unable to contemplate the beauties of nature without at the same time contemplating its malignity and implacability, I fear it and avoid it whenever I can. The truth is that I am a city dweller who can at best tolerate nature. It is only with reluctance that I live in the country, which on the whole I find hostile.

10.22.2014

Mandíbulas

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Katya




He was tired. When Katya began whimpering, he looked severely at her from his overhanging eyebrows, frowned, and said in a heavy, deep bass:

“I cannot marry.”

“Why not?” Katya asked softly.

“Because for a painter, and in fact any man who lives for art, marriage is out of the question. An artist must be free.”



Anton Chekhov // Talent

10.20.2014

and sometimes she would open the window and yell: Get out of my life!




When I was a child
there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch.
All day she peered from her second story
window
from behind the wrinkled curtains
and sometimes she would open the window
and yell: Get out of my life!
She had hair like kelp
and a voice like a boulder.

I think of her sometimes now
and wonder if I am becoming her.
My shoes turn up like a jester’s.
Clumps of my hair, as I write this,
curl up individually like toes.
I am shoveling the children out,
scoop after scoop.
Only my books anoint me,
and a few friends,
those who reach into my veins.
Maybe I am becoming a hermit,
opening the door for only
a few special animals?
Maybe my skull is too crowded
and it has no opening through which
to feed it soup?
Maybe I have plugged up my sockets
to keep the gods in?
Maybe, although my heart
is a kitten of butter,
I am blowing it up like a zeppelin.
Yes. It is the witch’s life,
climbing the primordial climb,
a dream within a dream,
then sitting here
holding a basket of fire.



Anne Sexton // The Witch's Life

10.16.2014

Wilde Birthday




Friendship is far more tragic than love. It lasts longer.



Wilde

Más Sangre

One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.

The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he’s as cunning as he is ferocious; once he’s had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.




Angela Carter // The Company of Wolves

Le Petit Écho Malade

Birds Toss Precious Flowers

Hanjo Schmidt (1)

10.15.2014

Lobos

Water Music - WOLF 424: Ummo - (Lo-fi Official) from Hawk Moth Records on Vimeo.

Esa No Es Manera de Decir Adios

The Tell-Tale Heart




TRUE!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily—how calmly I can tell you the whole story.



Poe

10.13.2014

Shadow of a Doubt




At last we found ourselves standing in front of one of the thousands of square marble plaques enclosed in concrete. On it was to be read, freshly incised, the name Isabella Fernandez. Anna Härdtl, with tears in her eyes, tried to fasten her husband’s photograph to the marble plaque, but was at first unable to do so. By chance I had in my pocket the end of a roll of adhesive tape and used this to stick the photograph to the marble. Anna had previous written the name of her husband, Hans Peter Härdtl, in pencil under that of Isabella Fernandez, and though partly obliterated by the rain, it could still be clearly read. Poor people, she said, or those who suddenly became victims of a misfortune such as she had suffered and could make themselves understood, were buried, when they died, the very same day in an above-ground concrete block like this, which is often meant not just for two, but for three bodies.


 Thomas Bernhard // Concrete

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10.07.2014

And You Think it's Funny

Preferiría haber parido un nido de viboras

Capture

Andrew Blyszak

Bums

Why did you love the bums?
Nothing better than a good bum.

Where would you keep this picture if you owned it?
This one would be blown up and sat atop of my sofa.

Who do you think has the best bum in history?
I want to say mine but...

What's the secret to the perfect bum? 
Truthfully no idea, I’ve been trying for years without luck.

What's your favourite brand of jeans?
Levi’s 501: the 1992 cut.

What's the best bum moment on screen?
Pamela Anderson in Barb Wire.

What bums you out?
Having to go to the store for more cigarettes.

What are you looking forward to about autumn?
Turtle necks.

What was the last thing you bought?
I’m currently in Oslo and found these incredible chocolate covered liquorice bars.

Joan Didion



Misery is feeling estranged from people I love. Misery is also not working. The two seem to go together.






10.03.2014