dimanche 28 août 2016

Anonymous German, 16th century - Large Head of a Jester

Dick was a schizophrenic. Dick was a paranoiac. Dick is one of the ten best American writers of the 20th century, which is saying a lot. Dick was a kind of Kafka steeped in LSD and rage. Dick talks to us, in The Man in the High Castle, in what would become his trademark way, about how mutable reality can be and therefore how mutable history can be. Dick is Thoreau plus the death of the American dream. Dick writes, at times, like a prisoner, because ethically and aesthetically he really is a prisoner. Dick is the one who, in Ubik, comes closest to capturing the human consciousness or fragments of consciousness in the context of their setting; the correspondence between what he tells and the structure of what’s told is more brilliant than similar experiments conducted by Pynchon or DeLillo.

Roberto Bolaño on Philip K. Dick
Alexandre Alexeieff 
Glasses and Gloves, 1929

No matter what you do, where you go, you keep coming back to this same eternal space, because this space isn’t where you are, it’s who you are. There doesn’t seem to be any escape, and there can’t be an escape from yourself.

E. J. Gold
Marc Riboud 
Charles bridge. Prague. 1973
Christ with Death
Michael Wolgemut Germany 1491

The central fact of my own life is my death. After a while it will all come to nothing. Whenever I have the courage to face this, my priorities become clear. At such times nothing is done in order to achieve something else. No energy is wasted in maintaining the illusions. My image does not matter. I do not worry about how I am doing. I do what I do, am what I am. That’s it. The imminence of my own death is the point around which things turn.

Sheldon Kopp
If you Meet the Buddha on the Road, Kill Him
Stelios Faitakis 

My pictures are about the human being, the human condition, the question of God, existence and our relationship to our surroundings. I am still trying to keep it on that general and most basic level as I feel that humanity hasn’t morally progressed much after many centuries of philosophy and scientific research.

Stelios Faitakis
Marc Riboud
Red Square, Moscow, 1960
In Danger of Lust, 2013 
Rita Hayworth

Paris, August 30, 1947
Johann Jakob Wick 
Nine noble Spaniard hanged in the Netherlands (1567)

vendredi 26 août 2016

The Punk Kebab Documentary, 1977 

Michelle Robinson

mercredi 24 août 2016

I’ll probably never produce a masterpiece, but so what? I feel I have a Sound aborning, which is my own, and that Sound if erratic is still my greatest pride, because I would rather write like a dancer shaking my ass to boogaloo inside my head, and perhaps reach only readers who like to use books to shake their asses, than to be or write for the man cloistered in a closet somewhere reading Aeschylus while this stupefying world careens crazily past his waxy windows toward its last raving sooty feedback pirouette.

Lester Bangs
Main Lines, Blood Feasts, and Bad Taste: A Lester Bangs Reader

last stage of mental and bodily exhaustion from Onanism or Self-pollution
Chang Chaotang