september to december (2022)
For instance he would often gatecrash university parties, get badly drunk and start making fun of any astrophysicist he could find till he got thrown out.
a man, young, pale and naked, imprisoned in a tiny cell, waiting until his captors passed away... deathly thin, with long dark hair, and strange eyes.
Where’s Neil when you need him?
I think you are melting into my arms but I realize you are simply passing out on me
What purple valleys of despair one goes through! Fortunately there is one person in the world to love.
This boy isn’t like the others.
He’s taught me lots of sounds.
red candles
Suicide moon
artfagdom
you said that you could see right through, and the two way mirror falls
an exit wound, the shape of you, and everything you’re not
as brave as I had hoped you’d be-
when the lights are going out
I miss when you believed in me
I am the only one with hands on top of the table
As soon as a predetermined quantity had been consumed, the final loser would have to perform a forfeit, which was usually obscenely biological. Ford Prefect usually played to lose.
Nor garbed for less than battle
Live wire
The sound of her wings
All of the quotes hover around the idea that accident is the lifeblood of photography.
Dead in space
But never once did I expect it not to tear me in two
Emil cioran
i love you party child (x2 combo)
They have fun calling each other Monsieur and Mademoiselle again, as was proper (they had long switched to using first names when their parents weren’t around)
You can’t vape outside under a balcony in the rain. Or like. You can I guess. But it doesnt mean anything.
Russian warship, go fuck yourself
let’s dance before your antics kill the band
Oh, the adventures of traveling on a spherical object. :)
tatterdemalion-
This is the time of the year I feel alive inside.
Every noise at once
Some things never escape that bright world. A ten-year-old tiger is ready to die.
We’re still decoding it
A student replies, ”If you want to understand how research is done, don’t piss off everyone in this building.”
Since 2018, she has been called c (the symbol for the speed of light) in her personal life.[295]
Grow up, smoke a cigarette, fuck a man
We were taught that the most important thing a young photographer can do is learn how to see.
The camera gave you a license to go out alone into the world with a purpose.
I forgot I needed god like a big brother
Their first conversation took place in the aftermath of a dying universe
I carry light with me
I’ll lose any war you like
Go get dead, angle face
You said you hated me so passionately
say it with some passion at least
The red inside my knee the blue blood surround it like armies against a twin identical parallel on the train. real noticing details I normally wouldn’t. things I’ve never seen before. I’m in grand central
practically every other day. ren saying they like the gross stuff. the natural drio
Gregor the overlander
Anonymously evil
Replenish your marrow. Have your pockets ready. Wait for the slow burn.
the activity in the blood, and the observations lost to God.
Other people was a town where I got mugged every time I strayed close
the first webs of gold as the train rounds the bend
Cosette grows up into a silent, beautiful cipher
Retcon
They’re living reminders of the way the world can reciprocate this brand new ability to leave a lasting mark.
the sound of metal
i want to be you
i should learn to be a man
like you
La fille sur le port
Under his breath, he’s chanting innumerable strings of zero and one.
I’ve run the whole world round
Too late to slow down now
I’m not the man you’ve been missing
I was trained to stick to the mission
I was trained to keep it on track
DRINK A RITA AND PUNCH ME
We will start to think a little more like machines, sorting everything into clear, cold categories. We will start to speak less and less in language, and more and more in code.
But it survives in the wordless things that will always, in some small and private way, be hers. Pirate ships and tornadoes. Sunlight and undergrowth, fire and the ocean.
At the end of everything one must expect the company of immortals
I love you, harvey, you cut it out
I watch the streetlight arpeggio off the piano
scrappy, communal orchestra-kid-gone-blog-rock melodrama
every photo I’ve ever taken of you flashes before my eyes
there’s a room of people and we’re two of them
there’s a god of a connection, that is, you can’t see anything
but there is the tangent of my eyes across the room
The only two people wearing sweaters at the party
Contrapuntal points
Grace church nyc
Neuralgia
psychopomp
someone who keeps collects pebbles and keeps them in their pockets to throw at their best friend’s window
I don’t see the summer as it wanes, just the subtle change of light upon your face.
The girl from the other side
In another lonely universe
There’s a will left to survive
And a lot more on my mind that isn’t ordinary
It’s a tradeoff, I suppose
For the life I’ll never own and never give to you
It’s just Elsinore out there.
wanna know how many freckles she has on the bridge of her nose.
blushing drummers
everything is answered one day
Particle physicists and priests. What could scare them both?
Pain is information
Three minutes to midnight
A process cannot be understood by stopping it
Basilisk
One cannot truly blame them for this; one can only despise them.
a work of art among vendettas
You need not be afraid for me, but I won’t promise anything.
some forgotten art on this side of the wormhole
I think my sense of rhythm is almost entirely fictionalized at this point
Stars in the digital code
There is no difference. You love or you do not. You destroy or you do not. But Carlos will never understand that. Nothing reaches him, nothing can; only a bullet or a razor.
forever lancelot
DONT TURN YOUR BACK ON THE BODY
Archive fever uses off the document in contemporary art
Sadie benning
overexpose by 1 stop
Francesca woodman light
”you should just leave these wonderful youngsters alone”
You only hold me up like this/cause you don’t know who I really am
His trick to make the world stop
A.L. Steiner
Fuck You Heroes
Elle Perez
Tingling still from that dry toothless sucking by the chilly mouths that gasp loudly in in in, and never breathe out.
High fidelity
Our enemy of the light loose tongue
https://www.buttonmuseum.org
Do I not do what I want, not all that I want, I stay here
Do I bore you to death
He wakes twisted in the sheets they bought from Walmart, organic in the mass-produced
fabric, like the solid wooden looms in robot-operated factories.
Write in the voice of someone who makes you really uncomfortable
Negative capability
Camera lucida
I once built a gun out of leaves.
If volition is bound to social imperatives, as William James believed, and it’s therefore easier to go to war than it is to quit smoking, one could say that Liz Norton was a woman who found it easier to quit smoking than to go to war.
”’Hell is other people’...is only one side of the coin. The other side, which no one seems to mention, is also ’Heaven is each other.’”
Curly haired guy in glasses writing something and carrying a backpack strung with boxing gloves, getting off just the nick of time and continuing to write on the platform
Tired looking photographer in a trench coat and sunglasses with dirty blond hair and five o’clock shadow, like ----- -------- ----, carrying an expensive looking black camera and sitting with a girl speaking French, occasionally looking over at the annie leibovitz book I was reading
”The language of birds is very ancient, and like other ancient modes of speech, very elliptical; little is said, but much is meant and understood.
Aphrodite is nothing if not good at adapting.
dreaming its upspeakable dreams
A punk guy in burgundy laces and yellow roses
Lagrina
Abism
Aspects of war
GOOD LUCK COMING BACK TO LIFE WHEN YOUR HEAD IS IN A SEPARATE FUCKING TIMEZONE FROM YOUR BODY, DOUCHELORD.
sometimes being honest about your feelings is just a cigar rose
No scent of juniper on your Jacobean mouth. No crush
Of ink or injury, no lacerating wish.
And the world around me seemed to be a host of constant astonishments, outrageous, beautiful, and utterly impenetrable. Utterly undecodable. I sensed that I felt something huge, so monumental that I barely felt anything at all, like imperceptible tremors from violence deep within the earth. Nothing I understood, at least. Except the sadness that I cared so much for things I couldn’t communicate back to, to which I could be witness and nothing else. But the forest is different. It feels more like two people who know each other very well but don’t speak each other’s languages, who maybe did once but forgot.
How much of gesture is ephemera
https://analog3vil.neocities.org/gifs.html
to protect a muddy little hillside, you doomed your whole world
I used to think this was a game I was not playing
brother poem
the technical, the analog rituals and fetishism of the darkroom, the necessity of science thrown upon all this art
”Fuck you,” he told her. ”This is so good.”
to be loved
and found magical
like a secret
you laughed, you left, you waited in hiding
lost somewhere between immensity and eternity
you came uninvited with a jar of your parents’ honey
you gave me hell on earth and said to work with it
I expanded the definition of humanity
where’s tears, there's hope
Through the mesh of night,
Vietnam was a beautiful place.
VIOLENT AND STILL
And I’d lay up in my bed, at night, and be staring at the ceiling, and I’d feel like if something didn’t happen, if something didn’t happen soon, it felt like I was just gonna... like some day, like I was just gonna...
The homosexual dream of perfect metaphysical union is not so much a reflected heterosexual ideal as it is the compensation for having wept in the darkness.
Do you want me for my mind or for body?
Do you want me for my mind or is it both?
Oh god I hope it’s both
”Coitus is a parody of crime.” -bataille, solar anus
Confess, defame, enfant terrible, fetish, fairy, femme fatale
From the start, Genet also stole language. He didn’t use street slang to crudely describe male love, but the purest French.
My strangenesses, my wild desires, my holy and boring darkness.
I’ll be a ghost, you’ll go out dancing
Pillowscars
Less than zero
Angelsdontplayharps
they play cdjs actually
I live in the world you leave behind
You’ve got a time machine, I’ve got a gun.
anarchy and peace
never cruel or cowardly
We were a bunch of crazy people who were doing everything as a giant art project, which was what was fucking amazing about it.
For me the stage is like a white chalk outline that’s like, ”Do whatever you want in here.”
party. I didn’t know anybody, so I went out on the balcony and smoked a cigarette. I looked down and there was this kid stumbling across these rooftops. He was staring at me and I waved to him. He gave me this signal of ”I’ll be right there.” He climbed up the fire escape from another roof, came up the wall, and goes, ”Do you have a beer?” We went through these people’s fridge at this loft, took a six-pack, and left. And eventually I wound up starting a band with that guy. That’s the way things happened then.
I think it’s cool to be unnecessary like that
I know you all hate each other these days but I still love you
semi professional at most things
Sometime around this time we celebrated my 30th birthday. For a cake Tim bought me Roxy Music's Stranded LP with thirty line of cocaine on it. This is the cocaine era of New York
Gray’s not normal. She's like an antique in a way. I don’t think of Gray as other. I think of her as me.
It ends with angels flaming in ice.
in this liminal space between being alive & human or being dead & otherworldly
I think it’s cool to be unnecessary like that
Good books have as much life as you. Or more.
You let a guy spend a couple decades as a dominatrix’s trophy husband and he forgets all about his old friends.
You tricked me with thoughts of spies and hijinks and two bros against the world!
Home on a brief desertion
Sharp seas and winter nights
The stars be hid that led me to this pain
Death’s second self
Two important things
I got debts that no honest man can pay
We shut em up and then we shut em down
Stylish but illegal
brief dispatch, a December puzzle.
What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.
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It is heroic to try to stop time
Vintage shitfit
Can’t safeword out of philosophical self analysis, dude.
I can hear church bells ringing from the metal shop
The balcony
Infinite jest
House of leaves
The graduate
Brief interviews with hideous men
Big fish
your bare feet in red rivers
Among my findings, I’ve
found that the console is
darkly respondent and what a match
for no one I know
When I fall asleep, you gotta go
now more than ever
Doomed schmoomed my boy can work a sword.
what gods do after dark
In some basement somewhere
tall and almost beautiful
lots of love in me and only a reasonable amount of madness -atticus
there is a line in the sand, and I’m the man on the other side of it.
great and terrible wars will erupt upon the emergence of their perfect and contradictory wisdom
7. AN ESCAPE PLAN SO BEAUTIFUL YOU DONT HAVE TO STAY GONE, YOU WANT TO COME BACK JUST TO WALK THROUGH THE EXIT AGAIN
17 year old national security risk
The ephedrine sang in the ruins of his brain.
combination jester-knight-prince
Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves
Post apocalyptic love letter
A life told in gardens and shadows
Gerry raferty album
No apologies ever need be made
I know you better than you fake it
A series of movements from sense to sense
And if I feel tomorrow like I feel today
In a flash of pure destruction, no one wins
”I’m not a philosopher”
”You are right now.”