LCD Soundsystem - Never as tired as when I’m waking up. (by gatophonico)
“This life is back-to-front and terrible, unendurable.”
Soren Kierkegaard, Either/Or
“Only normal that man should no longer be interested in religion but religions, for only through them will he be able to understand the many versions of his spiritual collapse.”
E.M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born
Tarr Béla - Kárhozat / Bela Tarr - Damnation (1987) (by mulhollnd)
“Kierkegaard as a Hegelian” - p75
Slavoj Žižek, 2006. The Parallax View. London: The MIT Press.
(via omnia-sunt-communia)
(via mj-arnett)
“Besides, if we died, others would come along to replace us. Our position is structural, we’ve always been convinced of that. We’re only signs or syndromes of some great collapse, and our deaths will be no more significant than those of summer flies in empty rooms.”
-Lars Iyer, SPURIOUS
A Situation
“A man wishes to write a novel in which one of the characters goes mad; while working on it he himself goes mad by degrees, and finishes it in the first person.”
Soren Kierkegaard, quoted in The Living Thoughts of Kierkegaard - WH Auden
There is no whole self. He who defines personal identity as the private possession of some depository of memories is mistaken. Whoever affirms such a thing is abusing the symbol that solidifies memory in the form of an enduring and tangible granary or warehouse, when memory is no more than the noun by which we imply that among the innumerable possible states of consciousness, many occur again in an imprecise way. Moreover, if I root personality in remembrance, what claim of ownership can be made on the elapsed instants that, because they were quotidian or stale, did not stamp us with a lasting mark? Heaped up over years, they lie buried, inaccessible to our avid longing. And that much-vaunted memory to whose ruling you made appeal, does it ever manifest all its past plenitude? Does it truly live? The sensualists and their ilk, who conceive of your personality as the sum of your successive states of mind, are similarly deceiving themselves. On closer scrutiny, their formula is no more than an ignominious circumlocution that undermines the very foundation it constructs, an acid that eats away at itself, a prattling fraud and a belabored contradiction.
“Immediacy is reality; language is ideality; consciousness is contradiction. The moment I make a statement about reality, contradiction is present, for what I say is ideality.”
Søren Kierkegaard, Philosophical Fragments
God Has Denied Me…
That Angel burning at my left side
Harps on an old string.
And I am with you
Among the plains where white seagulls ride,
Locked in a coffin in the Siberian snow.
Hyenas howl out of the wind. Reindeer
Graze on the graves, under your sure care.
The roots of lilies probe my corpse. It shines,
A white goblet wonderfully transformed,
A lantern corpse that fills the night with signs,
- And the music of the soul makes silence alarmed.
You dim the lamp and ask the music to
Keep silent that my spirit may sleep through.
Alone, you say your prayers. You go on speaking
Into the holy sapphire. And from your hair,
Like diamonds, a chain of stars is streaking
Into the heavens - and each star is a prayer.
-Zygmunt Krasinski
“There were Babylon and Nineveh; they were built of brick. Athens was gold marble columns. Rome was held up on broad arches of rubble. In Constantinople the minarets flame like great candles round the Golden Horn…Steel, glass, tile, concrete will be the materials of the skyscrapers. Crammed on the narrow island the millionwindowed buildings will jut, glittering, pyramid on pyramid like the white cloudhead above a thunderstorm.”
-John Dos Passos, Manhattan Transfer
