May 10th, 2013

Sssshhhh. / Tim Buckley - Song to the siren

May 7th, 2013
2headedsnake:

Fritz Trautmann
‘Galaxy’, 1942
oil on canvas

2headedsnake:

Fritz Trautmann

‘Galaxy’, 1942

oil on canvas

mercurialblonde:

Barron Storey (via Dave Moninger)

Barron Storey is at the top of one of those Job begat Steve begat Margret charts in comics.

May 6th, 2013
Jacques Lacan reminds us, that in sex, each individual is to a large extent on their own, if I can put it that way. Naturally, the other’s body has to be mediated, but at the end of the day, the pleasure will be always your pleasure. Sex separates, doesn’t unite. The fact you are naked and pressing against the other is an image, an imaginary representation. What is real is that pleasure takes you a long way away, very far from the other. What is real is narcis­sistic, what binds is imaginary. So there is no such thing as a sexual relationship, concludes Lacan. His proposition shocked people since at the time everybody was talking about nothing else but “sexual relationships”. If there is no sexual relationship in sexuality, love is what fills the absence of a sexual relationship.


Lacan doesn’t say that love is a disguise for sexual relationships; he says that sexual relationships don’t exist, that love is what comes to replace that non-relationship. That’s much more interesting. This idea leads him to say that in love the other tries to approach “the being of the other”. In love the individual goes beyond himself, beyond the narcissistic. In sex, you are really in a relationship with yourself via the mediation of the other. The other helps you to discover the reality of pleasure. In love, on the contrary the mediation of the other is enough in itself. Such is the nature of the amorous encounter: you go to take on the other, to make him or her exist with you, as he or she is. It is a much more profound conception of love than the entirely banal view that love is no more than an imaginary canvas painted over the reality of sex.

Alain Badiou, In Praise of Love (via heteroglossia)

File under: Alain Badiou is right about everything.

…except cinema.

(via thesoviette)

(Source: young-earth-lysenkoist, via thesoviette)

jakiiiro:

Photographs taken inside musical instruments making them look like large and spacious rooms.

mierswa kluska.

(via thegreatgodum)

April 29th, 2013

Dirty three - Sometimes I even forget you’ve gone

April 28th, 2013

psuedonam:

logoside:

Tips and homespun for the apocalypse that sooner or later will end up coming.     So, keep well this post.

(Source: therealmapachestudios, via thegreatgodum)

So if only to stick it to the man, isn’t it worth fighting back in some small way? So write your damn book. Learn a Chopin prelude, get all Jackson Pollock with the kids, spend a few hours writing a Haiku. Do it because it counts even without the fanfare, the money, the fame and Heat photo-shoots that all our children now think they’re now entitled to because Harry Styles has done it.
James Rhodes - The Guardian | “Find what you love and let it kill you” (the title is from Bukowski)
April 27th, 2013

littleorphanammo:

chakarotis:

Courage Wolf remains my favourite meme of all time. I will unironically read them for a boost when everything sucks. :)

I needed this today more than any other day. I’m going to print these out and paste them all over my room.

(Source: macs-guide-to-the-galaxy, via handaxe)