dimanche 28 décembre 2014

vendredi 26 décembre 2014

“At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare”

Jacques P. 

jeudi 25 décembre 2014

Stephan Vanfleteren

The card players (by Ruth Orkin, 1947)
David Wojnarowicz 
Arthur Rimbaud in New York, 1978–1979/2004

mercredi 24 décembre 2014

Jean Dieuzaide (1960)

Roadkill Cat by Shintaro Kago

mardi 23 décembre 2014

À tous les dégénéré(e)s, les décadent(e)s et les dépravé(e)s du monde
Passez de belles fêtes !

dimanche 21 décembre 2014

There is a kindness that dwells deep down in things: it presides everywhere, often in the places we least expect. The world can be harsh and negative, but if we remain generous and patient, kindness inevitably reveals itself. Something deep in the human soul seems to depend on the presence of kindness; something instinctive in us expects it, and once we sense it we are able to trust and open ourselves …
Despite all the darkness, human hope is based on the instinct that at the deepest level of reality some intimate kindness holds sway. This is the heart of blessing. To believe in blessing is to believe that our being here, our very presence in the world, is itself the first gift, the primal blessing. As Rilke says: Heir zu sein ist so viel—to be here is immense. Nowhere does the silence of the infinite lean so intensely as around the form of a newly born infant. Once we arrive, we enter into the inheritance of everything that has preceded us; we become heirs to the world. To be born is to be chosen. To be created and come to birth is to be blessed. Some primal kindness chose us and brought us through the forest of dreaming until we could emerge into the clearance of individuality, with a path of life opening before us through the world.
The beginning often holds the clue to everything that follows. Given the nature of our beginning, it is no wonder that our hearts are imbued with longing for beauty, meaning, order, creativity, compassion, and love. We approach the world with this roster of longings and expect that in some way the world will respond and confirm our desire. Our longing knows it cannot force the fulfillment of its desire; yet it does instinctively expect that primal benevolence to respond to it. This is the threshold where blessing comes alive.”
— John O’ Donohue

"Personal transformation can and does have global effects.
As we go, so goes the world, 
for the world is us.
The revolution that will save the world is ultimately a personal one."
Marianne Williamson

Wolf Suschitzky

Miss Sparky (Linda Sue Parker) of the GTOs, late 60s

Elena Fabretti

Plus longue et noire nuit de l'année
Nouvelle lune
Prix record du baril de brut sur le marché

L'heure est à nous réjouir
Nous émergeons de l'ombre et le jour renaît
Allumons cierges et bâtons d'encens
Aspergeons d'essence et brûlons temples et livres
Et dénués tels que nous sommes arrivés ici
Rejetons de l'univers sans autre toit que le ciel au dessus de nos tête
Et pour unique raison cette planète au goût de poussière, de cendre et de sang
Célébrons ce début de nouvel an de la vie sur terre

L'heure est à la fête
Accueillons ce jour sacré à bras ouverts
La vie est un fucking miracle
Ne laissons rien nous faire croire autrement
Approchons du feu et joignons nous à la danse
Respirons à pleins poumons comme à notre premier souffle