So, come on iconoclasts, forward!

History, materialism, monism, positivism,and all the "isms" of this world are old and rusty tools which i don't need or mind anymore. My principle is life, my end is death. I wish to live my life intensely for to embrace my life tragically.

You are waiting for the revolution? My own began a long time ago! When you will be ready (God, what an endless wait!) I won't mind going along with you for awhile. But when you'll stop, I shall continue on my insane and triumphal way toward the great and sublime conquest of the nothing!

Any society that you build will have its limits. And outside the limits of any society the unruly and heroic tramps will wander, with their wild & virgin thoughts--they who cannot live without planning ever new and dreadful bursts of rebellion!

I shall be among them!

And after me, as before me, there will be those saying to their fellows: "So turn to yourselves rather than to your Gods or to your idols. Find what hides in yourselves; bring it to light; show yourselves!"

Because every person; who, searching his own inwardness, extracts what was mysteriously hidden therein; is a shadow eclipsing any form of society which can exist under the sun!

All societies tremble when the scornful aristocracy of the tramps, the inaccessibles, the uniques, the rulers over the ideal, and the conquerors of the nothing resolutely advances.

So, come on iconoclasts, forward!

"Already the foreboding sky grows dark and silent!"

---Renzo Novatore
Arcola, January, 1920

Botswana Music Guitar

ECCLESIASTES 11:1

We must cast our bread
Upon the waters, as the
Ancient preacher said,

Trusting that it may
Amply be restored to us
After many a day.

That old metaphor,
Drawn from rice farming on the
River's flooded shore,

Helps us to believe
That it's no great sin to give,
Hoping to receive.

Therefore I shall throw
Broken bread, this sullen day,
Out across the snow,

Betting crust and crumb
That birds will gather, and that
One more spring will come.

---Richard Wilbur

william eggleston

white hinterland

drugs

Lovin's for Fools

hard rain

smile!

We Two Boys Together Clinging (One The Other Never Leaving)

We two boys together clinging
One the other never leaving
Up and down the roads going
North and South excursions making
Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching
Arm’d and fearless
Eating
Drinking
Sleeping
Loving
No law less than ourselves
Owning
Sailing
Soldiering
Thieving
Threatening
Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking,
On the turf or the sea-beach dancing,
Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,
Fulfilling our foray
--walt whitman



photo by philip iosca

Have One On Me

I am real happy that this album has dropped. Winter's reprieve. Best track is "'81". Listen.

movie recommendation

Nothing Personal from Ireland. Directed by Urzula Antoniak.