I need escape. Give me escape.
Quotes
Words which tell their own stories over and over across an emptiness.
There are moments, when I realize that what I am first iinterpriting as simple, is in fact complex.
I am driven because it keeps the void at bay.
We require just a little order to protect us from the chaos. Nothing is more distressing than a thought that escapes itself, than ideas that fly off, that disappear hardly formed, already eroded by forgetfulness or precipitated into others that we no longer master. These are infinite variabilities, the appearing and disappearing of which coincide. They are infinite speeds that blend into the immobility of the colourless and silent nothingness they traverse, without nature or thought. This is the instant of which we do not know whether it is too long or too short for time. We receive sudden jolts that beat like arteries. We constantly lose our ideas. That is why we want to hang on to fixed opinions so much. We ask only that our ideas are linked together according to a minimum of constant rules. All that the association of ideas has ever meant is providing us with these protective rules – resemblance, contiguity, causality – which enable us to put some order into ideas, preventing our “fantasy” (delirium, madness) from crossing the universe in an instant, producing winged horses and dragons breathing fire.
Truthfully, in this age those with intellect have no courage and those with some modicum of physical courage have no intellect. If things are to alter during the next fifty years then we must re-embrace Byron’s ideal: the cultured thug.
(via aktklangrecordings)
David Byrne stsrted out pre talking heads with an 808 and an acoustic guitar. love it.
it is a near invisibility.
and each and every.
holding. still. unseen.things which don’t need other things.
things which are experience..
need more experience.
It front of me there was a black hole, in the smoke of a burning building.
Someone had asked me the night before the meaning of the word void.The void is an emptyness, and an everything.
When I saw the cloud of black smoke in front of me, I experiences a feeling of slight terror, as something was consumed.
The sky was a bright blue and the cloud was black.
If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never. And what wine is so sparkling, what so fragrant, what so intoxicating, as possibility!
Exactly, we must nurture in ourselves, possibility///// make new possibilities, hatches, escape routes, exitments.
It is all possible
Søren Kierkegaard (via magrittesque)
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