Friday, March 22, 2013



Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:
silence of paintings. You language where all language
ends. You time
standing vertically on the motion of mortal hearts.
Feelings for whom? O you the transformation
of feelings into what? –: into audible landscape.
You stranger: music. You heart-space
grown out of us. The deepest space in us,
which, rising above us, forces its way out,–
holy departure:
when the innermost point in us stands
outside, as the most practiced distance, as the other
side of the air:
pure,
boundless,
no longer habitable.
– Rainer Maria Rilke

"fuck you" live in tha pit


Wednesday, February 27, 2013

anthropology 101

beck video brought this to mind. watched something similar in anthro 101. weirdly powerful stuff. saw someone fall out and speak in tongues once upon a time. just think what we can channel into our creational selves...

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Perfection.


Beck covers David Bowie's, 'Sound and Vision.'
I will tell you, this turned me into a weeping child.
Pure genius, stars bellowing perfect beautiful bottomless light.