A new batch of beautiful things and leads to some sort of enlightenment.
(image by Guy Bourdin)
Arca - Now You Know : what it's like from inside the fireworks cloud
Ryan Hemsworth - Snow In Newark Ft. Dawn Golden : "As long as you have any desires about how it ought to be, we can't see it how it is." -RD
Boogie - Bitter Raps: "It's a thin line between opinions and bitterness." Download his Mixtape 'Boogie' now. "We ain't on the same thing, though."
Ariel Pink - Picture me Gone - "What if we should turn around the topic according to which, in our social interactions, we wear masks covering out hidden true face? What if, on the contrary, in order for us to interact in public with our true face, we have to have a mask somewhere hidden, deposed, a mask rendering our unbearable excess, what is in us more than ourselves, a mask which we can put on only exceptionally, in the carnevalesque moments when the standard rules of interaction are suspended? In other words, what if the true function of the mask is not to be worn, but to be kept hidden?" - Slavoj Zizek
Scott Walker + Sunn O))) - Brando - Film by Gisèle Vienne: "A beating would do me a world of good."
Flying Lotus - Ready Err Not - A video addressing the artist's fear of death, which he stated as the driving force behind his entire latest album.
Always too eager for the future, we Pick up bad habits of expectancy. Something is always approaching; every day Till then we say,
Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear, Sparking armada of promises draw near. How slow they are! And how much time they waste, Refusing to make haste!
Yet still they leave us holding wretched stalks Of disappointment, for, though nothing balks Each big approach, leaning with brasswork prinkled, Each rope distinct,
Flagged, and the figurehead with golden tits Arching our way, it never anchors; it's No sooner present than it turns to past. Right to the last
We think each one will heave to and unload All good into our lives, all we are owed For waiting so devoutly and so long. But we are wrong:
Only one ship is seeking us, a black- Sailed unfamiliar, towing at her back A huge and birdless silence. In her wake No waters breed or break. Philip Larkin