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Good Morning, Grey Thursday

2 Oct

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Two Quotes on Love

18 Mar

For this is wrong, if anything is wrong: not to enlarge the freedom of a love with all the inner freedom one can summon. We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.

Rilke, Requiem For a Friend. (1908)

Klimt, Gustav. Love. 1895. Oil on canvas.

It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving.

There is always a little madness in love. But there is also always a little reason in madness.

And even to me, as one who is fond of life, it seems that butterflies and soap-bubbles, and what is like them among humans, know the most about happiness.

—Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra. (1883)

Stay classy, Tea Partiers.

11 Mar


10 Jan
Gaza Vigil, Boston

Candlelight vigil in solidarity with the people of Gaza. Boston, MA, USA.

It had just begun to snow.

Two Quotes on Excess

20 Nov

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

–William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

Exhausted Maenads after the Dance

Alma-Tadema, Lawrence. Exhausted Maenads after the Dance. 1874 . Oil on canvas.

The mother of excess is not joy, but joylessness.

–Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human

Two Pictures

2 Jul

This is delightful…

Grayson Perry
Recipe for Humanity

…and this is enormously flattering:

Leandra Argyros
brown, brown, brown

And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too…

30 Mar

It’s 3am.  Everything is drenched in sweat and smoke and salt water.  If nothing else, electing to attend a counterculture-infatuated college in Florida has helped me rekindle my adoration for the macabre swamp-psychadelia of Lousianna’s Acid Bath…

A creature made of sunshine,
her eyes were like the sky.
Rabbit howls like something old as we twitch to her lullaby.
The scalpel shines in God’s sunshine,
the street lights whisper pain,
and down here near the poison stream our god has gone insane…

Listen: Scream of the Butterfly