jeudi 27 octobre 2016

Junco ardoisé

Captain Beefheart’s Ten Commandments For Guitarists: 

1. LISTEN TO THE BIRDS…That’s where all the music comes from. Birds know 
everything about how it should sound and where that sound should come 
from. And watch hummingbirds. They fly really fast, but a lot of times 
they aren’t going anywhere. 

2. YOUR GUITAR IS NOT REALLY A GUITAR…Your guitar is a divining rod. Use 
it to find spirits in the other world and bring them over. A guitar is 
also a fishing rod. If you’re good, you’ll land a big one. 

3. PRACTICE IN FRONT OF A BUSH…Wait until the moon is out, then go 
outside, eat a multi-grained bread and play your guitar to a bush. If the 
bush doesn’t shake, eat another piece of bread. 

4. WALK WITH THE DEVIL…Old delta blues players referred to amplifiers as 
the “devil box.” And they were right. You have to be an equal opportunity 
employer in terms of who you’re bringing over from the other side. 
Electricity attracts demons and devils. Other instruments attract other 
spirits. An acoustic guitar attracts Casper. A mandolin attracts Wendy. 
But an electric guitar attracts Beelzebub. 

5. IF YOU’RE GUILTY OF THINKING, YOU’RE OUT…If your brain is part of the 
process, you’re missing it. You should play like a drowning man, 
struggling to reach shore. If you can trap that feeling, then you have 
something that is fur bearing. 

6. NEVER POINT YOUR GUITAR AT ANYONE…Your instrument has more power than 
lightning. Just hit a big chord, then run outside to hear it. But make 
sure you are not standing in an open field. 

7. ALWAYS CARRY YOUR CHURCH KEY…You must carry your key and use it when 
called upon. That’s your part of the bargain. Like One String Sam. He was 
a Detroit street musician in the fifties who played a homemade instrument. 
His song “I Need A Hundred Dollars” is warm pie. Another church key holder 
is Hubert Sumlin, Howlin’ Wolf’s guitar player. He just stands there like 
the Statue of Liberty making you want to look up her dress to see how he’s 
doing it. 

there. Then you have to get that stink onto your music. 

9. KEEP YOUR GUITAR IN A DARK PLACE…When you’re not playing your guitar, 
cover it and keep it in a dark place. If you don’t play your guitar for 
more than a day, be sure to put a saucer of water in with it. 

10. YOU GOTTA HAVE A HOOD FOR YOUR ENGINE…Wear a hat when you play and 
keep that hat on. A hat is a pressure cooker. If you have a roof on your 
house the hot air can’t escape. Even a lima bean has to have a wet paper 
towel around it to make it grow. 

mercredi 26 octobre 2016

I am infinite, imperishable, self-luminous, self-existent,
I am beginning-less, endless, decay-less, birthless, deathless.
Never was I born, I am ever free, perfect, independent, I alone am.
I pervade the entire universe. I am all permeating and interpenetrating.
I am supreme peace and freedom absolute.

mardi 25 octobre 2016

Create a world, your world. 
Stand alone. Create.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin

lundi 24 octobre 2016


I want to let you in on a little secret. There are no problems. There never were any problems. There are no problems today, and there will never be any problems. Problems just mean that the world isn’t turning the way you want it to. But in truth, there are no problems. Everything is unfolding as it should. Everything is right. You have to forget about yourself and expand your consciousness until you become the whole universe. The reality in back of the universe is pure awareness. It has no problems. 
And you are that.

Robert Adams
To win any battle, you must fight as if you are already dead

Miyamoto Musashi

dimanche 23 octobre 2016

 la lectrice soumise, 1928
René Magritte
It makes no difference how terrible you think things are or 
how wonderful you think things are they’re both impostors. 
You are not trying to exchange negative conditions to positive conditions. We’re not trying to exchange bad for good. 
They are two sides of the same coin. 
We want to transcend both. 
There is a place that is beyond bad and good, right and wrong, 
happy and sadness. 
That place is where you are now. 
Awaken to it.

Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily. Every day, when one’s body and mind are at peace, one should meditate upon being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears, and swords, being carried away by surging waves, being thrown into the midst of a great fire, being struck by lightning, being shaken to death by a great earthquake, falling from thousand-foot cliffs, dying of disease or committing seppuku at the death of one’s master. And every day, without fail, one should consider himself as dead. This is the substance of the Way of the Samurai.

 Miyamoto Musashi

There is nothing 
Outside of yourself 
That can ever enable you
To get better, stronger, richer,
Quicker, or smarter.
Everything is within.
Everything exists.
Seek nothing 
Outside of yourself.

Miyamoto Musashi
No easy way out. No escape. From yourself. You had to LEARN to DEAL with the cards you were dealt. Had to learn the hard way that the world doesn’t OWE you a fucking thing. Not a reason, nor excuse. No apologies. Had to learn that some forms of insanity run in the family, pure genetics, polluted lifelines, full of disease. Profanity. Addiction. Co-addiction. Inability to deal with reality, what the fuck ever that’s suppose to mean when you’re born into an emotional ghetto of endless abuse. Where the only way out is in…deep, deep inside, so you poke holes in your skin, thinking that if you could just concentrate the pain it wouldn’t remain an all-consuming surround which suffocates you from the first breath of day to your last dying day. Day in. Day out. Day in. Day out. I knew all about it.

Lydia Lunch

America is full to overflowing with people who feel that no matter what they say or do, no difference will be made; that no one is listening; that there is no one to listen. This /feeling/ is the triumph of the Media. “They” speak, /you/ listen - and therefore turn in upon yourself in a spiral of loneliness, distraction, depression, & spiritual death.

Hakim Bey, Involution

I had to de-program myself. From myself. Had to reinvent rituals of purification. So full of the vagrant pollutions of others. It was time to detox. Not only from alcohol, sex, and drugs, but from needy leeches who looked to swab me with their sores. Detox from my own needy lechery. Had to locate the center wound and cauterize. Undo the original sin, the origin of my sickness…Had to learn to replace Them, It, Want, Hurt, Anger, Sorrow, Loss, with Power, Healing, Wisdom, Fulfillment, Satisfaction.

Lydia Lunch, Paradoxia: A Predator’s Diary

samedi 22 octobre 2016

L'Aigle, Mademoiselle...
Jean Benoit

The vaccine that can relegate the junk virus to a land- locked past is in existence. This vaccine is the Apomorphine Treatment discovered by an English doctor whose name I must withhold pending his permission to use it and to quote from his book covering thirty years of apomorphine treatment of addicts and alcoholics. The compound apomorphine is formed by boiling morphine with hydrochloric acid. It was discovered years before it was used to treat addicts. For many years the only use for apomorphine which has no narcotic or pain-killing properties was as an emetic to induce vomiting in cases of poisoning. It acts directly on the vomiting center in the back brain.

I found this vaccine at the end of the junk line. I lived in one room in the Native Quarter of Tangier. I had not taken a bath in a year nor changed my clothes or removed them except to stick a needle every hour in the fibrous grey wooden flesh of terminal addiction. I never cleaned or dusted the room. Empty ampule boxes and garbage piled up to the ceiling. Light and water long since turned off for non- payment. I did absolutely nothing. I could look at the end of my shoe for eight hours. I was only roused to action when the hourglass of junk ran out. If a friend came to visit--and they rarely did since who or what was left to visit--I sat there not caring that he had entered my field of vision--a grey screen always blanker and fainter--and not caring when he walked out of it. If he had died on the spot I would have sat there looking at my shoe waiting to go through his pockets. Wouldn't you? Because I never had enough junk--no one ever does. Thirty grains of morphine a day and it still was not enough. And long waits in front of the drugstore. Delay is a rule in the junk business. The Man is never on time. This is no accident. There are no accidents in the junk world. The addict is taught again and again exactly what will happen if he does not score for his junk ration. Get up that money or else. And suddenly my habit began to jump and jump. Forty, sixty grains a day. And it still was not enough. And I could not pay.

I stood there with my last check in my hand and realized that it was my last check. I took the next plane for London.

William S. Burroughs

Felix Regula Exuperantius

The rush and pressure of modern life are a form, perhaps the most common form, of its innate violence. To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many demands, to commit oneself to too many projects, to want to help everyone in everything is to succumb to violence. More than that, it is cooperation in violence. The frenzy of the activist…destroys his own inner capacity for peace. It destroys the fruitfulness of his own work, because it kills the root of inner wisdom which makes work fruitful.

Thomas Merton

Go into yourself and see how deep the place is from which your life flows.