Friday, March 30, 2012

The Gulag Express

In spring we cross our foreheads with the holly

Dylan Thomas, "I See the Boys of Summer"

A process of individual museumification

I recently had a conversation about exploitation for the sake of art and it made me think of this post from my old blog:

Roi Vaara, "The Artists Dilemma"

"The secret story is the one we'll never know, although we're living it from day to day, thinking we're alive, thinking we've got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn't matter. But every damn thing matters! It's just that we don't realize. We tell ourselves that art runs on one track and life, our lives, on another, we don't even realize that's a lie."
- from "Dentist" in Last Evenings on Earth by Roberto Bolaño

Thursday, March 29, 2012

In a silent way

Albert Londe, Hysteria

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Currently reading

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Where I Wanna Be

That outfit, that drink

Maira Gall