I just remembered my record store dream, and I was looking through stacks of vinyl, and I found an album called The Bagpipe Reggae All-Stars Play The Music Of Nico.
The conclusion of a two-part conversation about the vexed relationship between experimental music and recording.
|—||Rem Koolhaas, S M L XL. Still the most relevant quote about Singapore. (via woonder)|
|—||from Zen Shin Talks (via kushgrl)|
I am your friend. I am walking across an ice field.
Winter has begun to put a puzzle in your mouth.
This is what a real lie looks like. I grew up
in the dark paintings of Moscow. I have three children,
grown now, they live in the outskirts of a town I can not
pronounce. I am deeply unaware of warmer continents. I have
never shaken a soda and opened it in anyone’s face. I have two
jobs, I’m so busy. I told you that your eyes are just eyes. I pretended
I was okay when you left a village on the back of a seal. This is what
a real lie looks like. I wanted to tell you. I wanted announcements carried
by large birds across the country. This is what the truth
looks like. I am the youngest in my family. I light small
things on fire and step away. I think this could work if we are
held up to the sun in the right way. I think
you’re tired. I think your wings are just wings and I won’t
hold you responsible.
here is a poem/prose for you. I hope you like it. Thanks for writing to me and letting me write something. I hope it helps. xo
I heard the scanner
it was the grass
as the highway coming down
in all directions
it was cake divided so
equally I couldn’t look
when they came to
|—||Leonard Cohen (via jacobwren)|
|—||Gilles Deleuze, “Mediators” in Incorporations (via dialoghost)|