A basic impasse of all control machine is this: Control needs time in which to...– William S. Burroughs, “The Limits of Control” (via digitalpidgin) Interesting and applicable in more than the obvious ways…
In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.– Friedrich Nietzsche (via milkblossom)
The secret of a smile
ikiwabisabi: Smile and others will smile back. Smile to show how transparent, how candid you are. Smile if you have nothing to say. Most of all, do not hide the fact you have nothing to say nor your total indifference to others. Let this emptiness, this profound indifference shine out spontaneously in your smile. Jean Baudrillard, “America”
theworldisntworking: Piero Manzoni did this 1961. It’s a set of 90 cans labeled “Artist’s Shit”. They were intended to be sold for their weight in gold and supposedly contained the artist’s crap. In 2008 a can was sold for 97,250£. It was obviously a sarcastic comment towards the state of art (which still remains) and it’s relation with the cycle of consumption. Postmodern art is as good...
In the great dog sled race of life, if you are not the lead dog, the scenery...– Unknown but clearly awesome.
Utopia is polyamorous, it has many lovers. Most do not know with whom they are in love until the moment of betrayal. When utopia ceases to be a realizable goal and migrates further toward fantasy it becomes polysemous, coming to mean not only a paradise on earth (whether as a past golden age or a future destiny) but a dream, the act of dreaming, the ethical act, the truth of art, the mere...
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See this is stunning cinematography right here… An idyllic summer evening, like a band of hipsters smashed together with Good Housekeeping magazine “entertaining” tips. Does anyone else find the verb “entertain” irksome? I don’t aim to entertain guests, I don’t aim to fabricate instances of keeping them occupied. I just want to… experience flows of...
My gripe is that a lot of young girls aspire to be super sexy and I don’t see...– Alexa Chung (via wandering-eyes)
Bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not...– Egon Schiele (via lapetit-mort)
You stop a horse that is bolting. You do not stop a jogger who is jogging....– Jean Baudrillard, America Oh, Baudrillard… I bow down before you - with gluts, gastrocs, quads and biceps thoroughly savaged, skin darkened into an adobe canvas - shocked at how you could understand me so, so well. 80 miles this week. Addicted. Severely addicted… and I’m...