May 16, 2013 6:02pm
vhs80s:

Dennis Hopper 1936-2010

vhs80s:

Dennis Hopper 1936-2010

May 15, 2013 1:10pm

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May 13, 2013 3:59pm
adamferriss:

a ripple, a moss

adamferriss:

a ripple, a moss

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May 9, 2013 9:50pm

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May 6, 2013 1:33am
I’m gonna say, ‘And you tell me, what the noble cause is that my son died for.’ And if he even starts to say freedom and democracy, I’m gonna say, bullshit. You tell me the truth. You tell me that my son died for oil. You tell me that my son died to make your friends rich…. You tell me that, you don’t tell me my son died for freedom and democracy. - Cindy Sheehan, on talking to George W. Bush
May 5, 2013 6:50pm

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May 3, 2013 1:06am
Apr 30, 2013 2:53am
I hate what goes on in the name of art and politics and religion— and professional literature and the like. I hate the professionalized American Scene. And yet despite the ominous awaiting in Europe and the whole world, in spite of physical torment, in spite of having one foot, maybe nearly both feet in the grave— I say Life is very wonderful. Amazingly so. Why not affirm. Why ever deny— denying is too easy. Too simple. Affirming is living. Truly living. He who ever created must ever believe. - Alfred Stieglitz (1938)
Apr 30, 2013 2:48am

Death Poem by Seong Sam-mun

이 몸이 죽어 가서 무어시 될고 하니,

봉래산(蓬萊山) 제일봉(第一峯)에 낙락장송(落落長松) 되야 이셔,

백설(白雪)이 만건곤(滿乾坤)할 제 독야청청(獨也靑靑) 하리라.

What shall I become when this body is dead and gone?

A tall, thick pine tree on the highest peak of Bongraesan,

Evergreen alone when white snow covers the whole world.

擊鼓催人命 (격고최인명) -둥둥 북소리는 내 생명을 재촉하고,

回頭日欲斜 (회두일욕사) -머리를 돌여 보니 해는 서산으로 넘어 가려고 하는구나

黃泉無客店 (황천무객점) -황천으로 가는 길에는 주막조차 없다는데,

今夜宿誰家 (금야숙수가) -오늘밤은 뉘 집에서 잠을 자고 갈거나

As the sound of drum calls for my life,

I turn my head where sun is about to set.

There is no inn on the way to underworld.

At whose house shall I sleep tonight?

Apr 22, 2013 12:36am

Prince Vince

Apr 22, 2013 12:14am

“Minnesota Declaration” / Truth and fact in documentary cinema 

Werner Herzog 
Walker Art Center, Minneapolis, Minnesota, April 30, 1999
 

LESSONS OF DARKNESS 

1. By dint of declaration the so-called Cinema Verité is devoid of verité. It reaches a merely superficial truth, the truth of accountants. 

2. One well-known representative of Cinema Verité declared publicly that truth can be easily found by taking a camera and trying to be honest. He resembles the night watchman at the Supreme Court who resents the amount of written law and legal procedures. “For me,” he says, “there should be only one single law; the bad guys should go to jail.” 

Unfortunately, he is part right, for most of the many, much of the time. 

3. Cinema Verité confounds fact and truth, and thus plows only stones. And yet, facts sometimes have a strange and bizarre power that makes their inherent truth seem unbelievable. 

4. Fact creates norms, and truth illumination. 

5. There are deeper strata of truth in cinema, and there is such a thing as poetic, ecstatic truth. It is mysterious and elusive, and can be reached only through fabrication and imagination and stylization. 

6. Filmmakers of Cinema Verité resemble tourists who take pictures of ancient ruins of facts. 

7. Tourism is sin, and travel on foot virtue. 

8. Each year at springtime scores of people on snowmobiles crash through the melting ice on the lakes of Minnesota and drown. Pressure is mounting on the new governor to pass a protective law. He, the former wrestler and bodyguard, has the only sage answer to this: “You can’t legislate stupidity.” 

9. The gauntlet is herby thrown down. 

10. The moon is dull. Mother Nature doesn’t call, doesn’t speak to you, although a glacier eventually farts. And don’t you listen to the Song of Life. 

11. We ought to be grateful that the Universe out there knows no smile. 

12. Life in the oceans must be sheer hell. A vast, merciless hell of permanent and immediate danger. So much of hell that during evolution some species—including man—crawled, fled onto some small continents of solid land, where the Lessons of Darkness continue. 

Apr 20, 2013 1:16pm

caribbeanwind:

writebeforebreakfast:

“Take off your thirsty boots and stay for a while
your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile
and maybe i can make you laugh
and maybe I can try
just lookin’ for the evening
and the morning in your eyes.”

Artist: Bob Dylan

Song: Thirsty Boots

Wigwam/Thirsty Boots (Record Store Day vinyl single)

Oh yea, this is fucking good.

It’s absolutely stunning. How is it possible to not put this on Self Portrait?!

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Apr 19, 2013 8:53pm
jesuisperdu:

Vance With His Python
1996
gary grenell

jesuisperdu:

Vance With His Python

1996

gary grenell

Apr 19, 2013 2:28am
Apr 18, 2013 1:25pm
nprfreshair:

Sebastian Junger on the trauma of losing his friend and collaborator, Tim Hetherington:

Within an hour I decided not to cover combat again. I didn’t want to risk traumatizing everyone I loved by getting killed myself. I mean, you go to war, you think you’re gambling with your own life and then I realized that what you’re really doing  is gambling with everyone else’s lives, everyone who cares about you. You’re dead. You don’t matter. It’s over. It’s everyone else who has to deal with it. I hadn’t really gotten that either and, when Tim died, I did and I also just ran headlong into the central tragedy of war which is that good people get killed and I sort of didn’t want anything to do with it anymore.

Image of Tim Hetherington in Afghanistan courtesy of Norget

nprfreshair:

Sebastian Junger on the trauma of losing his friend and collaborator, Tim Hetherington:

Within an hour I decided not to cover combat again. I didn’t want to risk traumatizing everyone I loved by getting killed myself. I mean, you go to war, you think you’re gambling with your own life and then I realized that what you’re really doing  is gambling with everyone else’s lives, everyone who cares about you. You’re dead. You don’t matter. It’s over. It’s everyone else who has to deal with it. I hadn’t really gotten that either and, when Tim died, I did and I also just ran headlong into the central tragedy of war which is that good people get killed and I sort of didn’t want anything to do with it anymore.

Image of Tim Hetherington in Afghanistan courtesy of Norget

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