Don’t be seduced until you know my truths
I’m obsessed with Planningtorock‘s album W.
Last night my weary self bore witness to the power of music.
And embracing stage performances.
An elixir: music makes me stronger.
I know my feelings
Crawling out of my fillings
-A thread is cut –
-To mend is to alleviate –
But how mendacious is mitigating?
Music & lyrics by Planningtorock,
abstract pictures by Wolfgang Tillmans
Why do I yearn for simplicity when I most truly appreciate complexity?
I have never been easy-going.
Art piece by José Lerma
My most intriguing experiences do not come from exotic traveling, I’m afraid.
What most fascinates me is the unique opportunity to glance at how other people lead their lives on a mental level: how they think the world, if you will.
Very seldom am I able to actually perceive it on my daily observations: those who are too different from me tend to irritate me too much and thus quickly kill my immediate curiosity.
However, very luckily for my anthropological interests, there is literature. How amusing it is to be able to cope with differences through the distance of reading! I’m most grateful to insightful writers, they lessen the burden of meeting and conversing with annoying real-life characters, personality-wise.
An excerpt of one such description:
I can only apologize so much for being enigmatic enough to continue to be an intriguing mystery, yet at the same time so emotionally available. When you come home from work I can’t help but want to know how your day was and what the other girls at the office think of you. I’m driven to sometimes engage you, but others to just let you get it off your chest. You think I don’t hate the fact I’m such a good listener? It’s a curse, a burden I carry with me. I’d love it if things could be different, but they can’t because I’ll never change.
McSweeney’s feeds so brilliantly my hungry yet shunning curiosity.
Such a relief for a disquiet mind it is too.
Drawing by Julia Selin.
Why give it all on you
You shot a hole in my mind straight through
When you pushed me aside, three days I cried
And now everything goes my way
And now everything goes my way
But then again, it doesn’t.
Metronomy‘s The English Reviera is my favorite album of 2011.
Oh Dearest Young Man
Teach me Sweetheart
How to love you
You’ve got me lying
You’ve got me leaving home
You’ve got me crying
When I’m alone
PJ Harvey knows it all
they say for every high
there must a low low
for every sun ascending
a lonesome moon will grow grow
And when will Natasha Khan release a new Bat For Lashes record?
I’m in most desperate need of strengthening and inspiring words.
The perils of boredom may be approaching much too promptly.
To be bored and then let go: an insisting habit to sidestep.
To find thrill in the usual: what a trying attempt.
Pictures by Ryan McGinley
In a time when easy beauty rules, what a refreshing break to be regaled with weirdness.
And video art by Ryan Trecartin.
What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness
– Leon Tolstoy
I had to break the window
It just had to be, it was in my way
Better that I break the window
Than miss what I should see