Andrew Jones, The Gift of Perception (110 cm x 75 cm, oil on canvas)
i find this kinda creepy…
DAVID BOWIE - KLAUS NOMI - JOEY ARIAS
—Da Pacem Domine
Arvo Pärt - Da Pacem Domino; 6 utterly beautiful minutes.
I don’t know how I would explain this to you. It is something wrong with my eyes. My poems - my life - are not alive. I long so for a girl. But I feel cold, empty, closed, discarded. I’ve always felt that way, everywhere. Always.
Ola Julén - Orissa (1998)
-transl. from swedish.
Yesterday I was walking around in town. By the library I stopped, because there - in a tree - was hanging large painted numbers of plywood or some sort, saying: 150 000.
After a moment of contemplation I realized that it was a celebration of our community reaching 150 000 inhabitants. I was aroused by disgust when walking on downtown. And it did not get any better when I saw in every street corner the homeless beggars - sitting with their cups, freezing.
Exile is more than a geographical concept. You can be an exile in your homeland, in your own house, in a room.
—Mahmoud Darwish (via likeafieldmouse)
Yep. WE can’t even leave this place that won’t let us earn any money BECAUSE WE DON’T HAVE ANY MONEY TO LEAVE THIS PLACE! …FUCK!!
As soon as I’m about to work, this pain arrives.
—Ola Julén - Orissa (1998)
múm - Weeping rock, rock