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The rise of generic distinctions has lately reached a climax of absurdity, such that we can name off the top of our heads: house, witch house, dub, dubstep, hardstep, dancehall, dance-floor, punk, post-punk, noise, “Noise,” new wave, nu wave, No Wave, emo, post-emo, hip-hop, conscious hip-hop, alternative hip- hop, jazz hip-hop, hardcore hip-hop, nerd-core hip-hop, Christian hip-hop, crunk, crunkcore, metal, doom metal, black metal, speed metal, thrash metal, death metal, Christian death metal, and, of course, shoe-gazing, among others. (Meanwhile, 1,000 years of European art music is filed under “classical.”) Some people listen to some of these; others, to only one; and others still, to nearly all. And this accomplishes a lot of handy social sorting, especially among the young, whenever music is talked about or played so that more than one person can hear it.
— read the rest of Nikil Saval’s “Wall of Sound” for free at Slate. (via nplusonemag)
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Susan Worsham, “Untitled” (Foxes On Azaleas)
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Bartleby and Existentialism →
Melville as a predecessor of existentialist fiction.
Also, this is all troublingly familiar.
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“Hemos llegado al principio de un final y perdido el deleite por las ideas. Precipitados es un Apocalipsis contenido, casi esperanzador. Estamos a tiempo de cambiar las cosas.”
- Pablo Genovés -
Constantine Cavafy, “The City”
New lands you will not find, you will not find other seas.
The city will follow you. You will roam the same
streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods;
in these same houses you will grow gray.
Always you will arrive in this city. To another land — do not hope —
there is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you have ruined your life here
in this little corner, you have destroyed it in the whole world. -
photograph by John Swope, Chile, 1939
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(Source: sfhaps)
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Artist Richard Saja manipulates pre-existing historical scenes printed on fabric known as toile, by threading colorful floss over and around the people and creatures inhabiting them. As a blend of humor and delightfully odd imaginings, the work carries the weight of the past within its foundations while new skins of magic, freak shows, circus clowns and odd couplings brighten the compositions and infuse it with a sincere beauty.
(Source: darksilenceinsuburbia)
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Who died at the end? →
An Italian novel has two different endings, depending on the translation.
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“Shelley liked to test the inspirational qualities of various foods, and once badly poisoned himself by eating laurel leaves. Laurel is the garland of the poets, and also contains prussic acid. He also liked to lick tree sap.”
—Andrew McConnell Stott on the strange diets of the Romantic Poets
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Mansion of Many Apartments
“We are in a Mist - We are now in that state — We feel the burden of the Mystery.”
