memories of Blake--my visions--Harlem

--We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread
bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all
beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessed

I sat here, here behind my desk - hungry, wrought with exhaustion - reading the sunflower sutra.

Jesus and his lawyer are coming back in an hour.
Let me rewind:
I watched Belle de Jour today. A surrealistic work by Luis Buñuel: engimatic.

Yeasayer is immense! The demonic beast of finding new music has been put to sleep for now:
All hours cymbals provides the inebriation I require to escape the mundane.

hue of blue

retirement would do me good.

I could just put on my nice big headphones and zone out to music,
...speaking of which, there must be a glitch in the system, or I'm too bohemian to go out and look for new music. Eitherway quality* new music has been few and far between in the past months.
so I've been dusting my virtual shelf of old music that has been lying around in my ironically named downloads folder: "hot off the frying pan".

so far the only good to come out of this endeavour has been:

Autechre - Amber
Soft, textured, ambient electronic soundscapes - alien yet very human at the same time, like a martian with a human kidney (omitted heart to escape kitsch-ness, don't want to get caught in that web again. )

Sylph versus Crab

...; they thought I was like them, that I was a man, and I deceived them. I suddenly lost the appearance of a man and they saw a crab running backwards out of this human room. Now the unmasked intruder has fled: the show goes on.

I turn back, lean both hands on the balustrade. The true sea is cold and black, full of animals; it crawls under this thin green film made to deceive human beings. The sylphs all round me have let themselves be taken in: they only see the thin film, which proves the existence of god. I see beneath it! The veneer melts, the shining velvety scales, the scales of God's catch explode everywhere at my look, they split and gape.

A house offers me its black heart through open windows;

Things are divorced from their names.

-nausea