dimanche 1 mars 2015

New Guinea Skeleton Tribe by Timothy Allen

Traducteur blanc bec dans sa période loubard en train 
d'expliquer à un jeune écrivain la différence 
entre gauche caviar et droite anarchiste...

samedi 28 février 2015

Please fasten your seat belts! by Steve Noyes

Carmine Appice -- Drums, percussion & background vocals
Tim Bogert -- Bass & background vocals
Rusty Day -- Lead vocals, harmonica & percussion
Jim McCarty -- Lead guitar & slide guitar

Colin Batty

peace and love...

E Hering, for HG Wells’ First Men in the Moon

vendredi 27 février 2015

Vendredi à Coney Island

mercredi 25 février 2015

lundi 23 février 2015

Roger Mayne - Girl About to do a Handstand, 1957

The silence inside of you is the sound of your knowledge collapsing. 
Remember, it is you who said: 
I want to be free.’

Marc Riboud
Preparing Kites on a Sunday Morning. Ankara, Turkey, 1953

My Mother Peeling Apples, c1910 
Imogen Cunningham

Y. Klapouh

Julius Kirschner
Blind children studying relief globe, 1914

samedi 21 février 2015

Something amazing happens when we surrender and just love. We melt into another world, a realm of power already within us. The world changes when we change. the world softens when we soften. The world loves us when we choose to love the world.
Marianne Williamson


The Art of 

jeudi 19 février 2015

Thomas Pynchon’s Inherent Vice is no simple piece of nostalgia, as some critics complained upon its release, but an examination of a problem – that is, the consumerist tendencies – at the heart of ’60s counterculture. In a 1974 letter, Pynchon discusses an upcoming rally for the impeachment of Richard Nixon, suggesting that it will be more of a social event for the fashionably leftist than a politically engaged expression of outrage: “Maybe I am wrong not to show up, after all think of all that great neurotic pussy that always shows up at things like — oh, aww, gee Mary, I’m sorry! I meant ‘vagina,’ of course!—like that, and all the biggies who’ll be there… .”

The hippies, as Pynchon suggests, were in the process of being absorbed into the world they oppose, becoming just another subset of the larger community. They might wear the clothes, listen to the music, take the drugs and attend the political rallies, but they do so in a spirit that subverts the very hope that hippie culture originally represented for those of a certain disposition, Pynchon apparently one of them. They are, as Brock Vond puts it in Vineland, “amateurs, consumers, short attention spans, out there for the thrills, pick up a chick, score some dope, nothing political”.