brian eno — st. elmo’s fire
With Robert Fripp on guitar. One of the best. Then we rested in a desertwhere the bones were white as teeth, Sirand we saw St. Elmo’s firesplitting ions in the ether.
Category Archives: Art
goth still matters
My favorite essay from the k-punk book is online! (Exclamation point because it’s so good!) http://k-punk.abstractdynamics.org/archives/005622.html A brief, dumb interpretation: goth exhibitionism denies interiority to the nth degree. Goth is interchangeable with signs and machines — it’s pure surface, sign value exchange and spectacle. Goth is an aesthetics based on the rejection of false illumination. […]
freedom from the known
Technology and science are valves for economic production. They can’t be the guiding themes of the content which is supposed to fuel our imagination for the future. Some of my thoughts on this are a little woowoo. I really believe there exist imaginative realms which, on one hand, contain nothing resembling the known universe, but […]
from her to eternity, nick cave
In Der Himmel Über Berlin, a movie with too much pathos for me to totally embrace. But this is one of the greatest scenes of all time
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Really want to re-record this. Lyrics from As You Like It: I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder before you came, for look here what I found on a palm tree; I was never so berhymed since Pythagoras’ time, that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly remember—
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I want to tell people why they should read Peli Grietzer, but instead of doing that, I’m going to post this image from Kathy Acker’s Blood and Guts In High School which was used to accompany his recent article. Theories of vibe, Blood and Guts, read and then get off the internet.
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“I’ve invented nothing; I’ve simply been the secretary of my sensations” — Emil Cioran
absence makes the heart
“Naming the ‘things that are absent’ is breaking the spell of the things that are; moreover, it is the ingression of a different order of things into the established one — ‘le commencement d’un monde.’ For the expression of this other order, which is transcendence within the one world, the poetic language depends on the […]
ambivalence, flirting games, translating, seeing you seeing me
Gayatri Spivak commenting on and quoting J.M. Coetzee: “It is this particular ambivalence in poems that seems exciting for this translator to access, as she makes the mistake of thinking the named subject is she. Thus the ambivalence seems to offer a codicil to that bit in Coetzee’s Waiting for the Barbarians that she had […]
