Fever Ray 'When I Grow Up'

John Malkovich says the "F" word

Leonard Cohen - First We Take Manhattan

Be obscure clearly.

- E. B. White

Morning Song by Sylvia Plath

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I'm no more your mother
Than the cloud that distils a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind's hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.

Edward Hopper - Summer Interior

Edvard Munch "Vampire" (1893-4)

Fading Away - Henry Peach Robinson

Gabriel von Max "Der Anatom" (1869)

Kraftwerk - Autobahn

Let us watch 'A Feast at Midnight': http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109784/

"Yes?"

NONONONO Cat

Jenga Tower Tragedy

3D Pipes Screensaver (High Quality)

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http://witandwhistle.com/2009/11/03/diy-wine-bottle-light/

Withnail & I (In the tearoom)

http://www.beyondblue.org.au/index.aspx?link_id=1.237

Shadows - A Little Bitty Tear

She's Not You - Elvis Presley

Her hair is soft and her eyes are oh so blue.
She's all the things a girl should be, but she's not you.
She knows just how to make me laugh when I feel blue,
She's ev'rything a man could want, but she's not you. 
And when we're dancing, it almost feels the same.
I've got to stop myself from whisp'ring your name
She even kisses me like you used to do.
And it's just breaking my heart 'cause she's not you.
And it's just breaking my heart 'cause she's not you.
And when we're dancing, it almost feels the same.
I've got to stop myself from whisp'ring your name.
She even kisses me like you used to do.
And it's just breaking my heart 'cause she's not you.
And it's just breaking my heart 'cause she's not you.

Individuality by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Oh yes, I love you, and with all my heart;
Just as a weaker woman loves her own,
Better than I love my beloved art, 
Which, till you came, reigned royally, alone, 
My king, my master. Since I saw your face
I have dethroned it, and you hold that place.


I am as weak as other women are:
Your frown can make the whole world like a tomb;
Your smile shines brighter than the sun, by far.
Sometimes I think there is not space or room
In all the earth for such a love as mine, 
And it soars up to breathe in realms divine.


I know that your desertion or neglect
Could break my heart, as women's hearts do break.
If my wan days had nothing to expect
From your love's splendor, all joy would forsake
The chambers of my soul. Yes, this is true.
And yet, and yet--one thing I keep from you.


There is a subtle part of me, which went
Into my long pursued and worshipped art;
Though your great love fills me with such content
No other love finds room now, in my heart.
Yet that rare essence was my art's alone.
Thank God, you cannot grasp it; 'tis mine own.

Robert Doisneau - Le baiser de l'hôtel de ville (The Kiss)

Paul Kelly - You're 39, You're Beautiful and You're Mine

Onion Belt

John Cage about silence

"Saturday" Tales Of Mere Existence

Vashti Bunyan - I Want To Be Alone

THE FUGS- NOTHING

Morton Feldman: Last Pieces (1959)

Neil Young - Dead Man Theme (long version)