February 2012
16 posts
All you got is this moment Twenty-first century’s yesterday You can care all you want Everybody does yeah that’s okay So slide over here And give me a moment Your moves are so raw I’ve got to let you know I’ve got to let you know You’re one of my kind I need you tonight ‘Cause I’m not sleeping There’s something about you girl That makes me sweat How...
Sweeping back the ocean.
Last Breath.
The moon is stunningly enormous tonight.
dropping like flies.
Go to bed. Think on your problem. See what you dream. Perhaps the Great Man, the 2,000,000 year old man, will speak. Only in a cul-de-sac do you hear his voice.
-Carl Jung
Amber Case: We are all cyborgs now →
January 2012
16 posts
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SISKIYOU, Always Awake
December 2011
12 posts
‘We stand on a peak of consciousness, believing in a childish way that the path leads upward to yet higher peaks beyond. That is the chimerical rainbow bridge. In order to reach the next peak we must first go down into the land where the paths begin to divide.’ Carl Jung
strictly for pleasure.
“Dear Emma,
…
Well, then at ten o’clock yesterday morning we sailed, to our left the towering whitish and reddish heaven-storming towers of New York City, to our right the smoking chimneys, docks, etc., of Hoboken. The morning was misty; New York soon disappeared, and before long the big swells of the ocean began. At the fireship we dropped the American pilot and then sailed on...
“We scan the time scale and the mechanisms of life itself for portents and signs of the invisible. As the only thinking mammals on the planet—perhaps the only thinking animals in the entire sidereal universe—the burden of consciousness has grown heavy upon us. We watch the stars, but the signs are uncertain. We uncover the bones of the past and seek for our origins. There is a...
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Kim Hiorthoy, Appe Ltrad
this is an avocado tree...
November 2011
16 posts
“If there is a magic on this planet, it is contained in water. Its least stir even, as now in a rain pond on a flat roof opposite my office, is enough to bring me searching to the window. A wind ripple may be translating itself into life. I have a constant feeling that some time I may witness that momentous miracle on a city roof, see life veritably and suddenly boiling out of a heap of...
