I want to tell you – your doom is of no concern to me simply because I don’t think you’re doomed at all. And in fact I expect your soul to get wilder and wilder as you grow older till at ninety you w...
Institute Benjamenta, or This Dream People Call Human Life
Kept notes whilst watching Institute Benjamenta.
The story of his life remains fragmentary, peppered with lacunae. Living in near-poverty and dressed in natty but threadbare suits, he cultivated few personal attachments and owned almost nothing. By...
Ben Vautier, 1966
Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know — because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and once I got it it turned to dust in my hand. The Beautifu...
Gregory Corso: What if people don’t want to change? William S. Burroughs: For any species to change, if they are unable and are unwilling to do so — I might, for example, have suggested to the dinosa...
rainbowthreads: bunnymitford: more days like this I miss this face more than she knows. Forever. R.D.? I miss you such a lot.
asopposedto: Bright Eyes - Lime Tree secret society for the sleepless.
(If you don’t know what it feels like to have someone you love put a hand below your bottom rib for the first time, what chance is there for love?)
nexttimewemeet: Bob Dylan - Tomorrow Is a Long Time This song at the end of The Walking Dead finale and also just in general: perfection.
Slowly adding everyone I’ve ever met to the Lost Heart list.
Jack Kerouac
summerwater: Evelyn McHale. On May 1st, 1947, she jumped 86 floors from the top of the empire state building. She was twenty-three years old.
Yes. Or rather, it was me. Cross my heart I’m not any of those things, but thank you.
76. In utter weariness he asked her once in different words, “Then where do you go from here—where do you turn?” “Toward life,” she said “Toward life,” and turned toward him. 247. The lights of many ...
trefjar: Margot & the Nuclear So and So’s - As Tall As Cliffs (for La Blogotheque) Richard Edwards is perfect.
C: You are standing guard over your sadness. J: Its all I have earned. C: An I.O.U. from life.
Richard Brautigan
(all) at sea fig. to be confused or uncertain; in a state of perplexity; at a loss: when she left, he felt all at sea. perpetually.
superfoo: Why? - Close to Me (The Cure)
Men cannot know what it is to be together without otherwise knowing what it is to be apart. If all the world were love, then, how could love exist? This is why we turn away from each other on moments...
Doisneau (My last dream was centred about this photograph. And entrapment and icicles and Amory Blaine.)
‘What happens to people in novels? I don’t read them. You drown, I suppose.’ ‘That’s too romantic.’ ‘Novels are romantic.’ ‘As though, death could end it?’ William Gaddis
bunnymitford@gmail.com - do write, or should you be aware of me in the tangible world, please say hello. I shall delete this when/if you do… x
On my annual to-do-list: to die in parentheses.
itsallcalypso: and what better way to end the year than with the new Bright Eyes single.
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