C2C – Happy Ft. D.Martin

February 27, 2015 § Leave a comment


from Messiah, by Gore Vidal

February 26, 2015 § Leave a comment

For a moment the serenity which I have so long practiced failed me and I feared for my life. Had the long-awaited assassins finally come? But then that animal within who undoes us all with his fierce will to live grew quiet, accepting again the discipline I have so long maintained over him, his obedience due less perhaps to my strong will than to his fatigue, for he is no longer given to the rages and terrors and exultations that once dominated me as the moon does the tide; his defeat is my old age’s victory, and a bitter one.


February 21, 2015 § Leave a comment

I would traverse not once more, but often the hell of my inner being. One day I would be a better hand at the game. One day I would learn how to laugh.

— Hermann Hesse,¬†Steppenwolf


February 18, 2015 § Leave a comment

I tried writing on the way to work on the train and there was nothing at all, and nothing too on the way home, almost I could stare each passenger out.

No books either in the bookstore that want me to read them and my brother did not talk to me at the weekend.

I don’t mean this though for self pity. Actually the overwhelming emotion is of humiliation, self-created.

We watch Empire Records and I to be honest enjoy it, and luckily my friends are learning quickly to turn their backs as I cool down.

You are, I never knew you less or I realise, how little. Bravery, do you understand it? I want to read some kid’s book or anyway, some text with no thing between the meaning and my brain, just the easiest words to go in straight.

It’s time to double the nights, catch up on sleep, turn my skin opaque again.

Mother, she urges me not to shoot after happiness nor to hope after it, even though I’ve concerned myself not with that but with living or, being interested.

Sometimes we advise happiness, the wanted thing, and keep for ourselves our own sense of justice and moral obligation. And that is why I am taking History.

Anthony, an acquaintance, quotes to me the citation in Birdman of Carver, essentially the individual in question’s ultimate wish to have been beloved upon Earth. When first he sent it I didn’t think so much of it but now, well, the problem is that it must be mutually allowed, and my body and my mind have closed up like a snapped clasp and even now I’m tired and relaxed it isn’t, and who knows if it will get the chance to open again.

I wish I never laughed unduly and laughed more at myself. I wish that I would learn to dance, but I had been too scared to and you weren’t, that time on Southbank. And I’m scolded for that; for my distance from childhood, for my foolish pent-up nature, disallowing myself.

It’s not ourselves but our ideas of ourselves, that block. But my idea of myself had been nothing

To be, an assertion (negated)

Marcus Aurelius:

February 14, 2015 § Leave a comment

“Thou wilt die soon and thou are not yet simple nor free from perturbations, nor without suspicion of being hurt by external things, nor kindly disposed towards all; nor dost thou yet place wisdom only in acting justly.”

Burnside, from JW

February 11, 2015 § Leave a comment

forgive me
 being not the man I seem
not lost or found
but somewhere in between
(John Burnside)
(N.B. I am not in between. I am lost and found.)

Luck of Lucien, A Tribe Called Quest

February 9, 2015 § Leave a comment


Where Am I?

You are currently viewing the archives for February, 2015 at LV.