ghost girl (once more)

a counsel of despair

"You will argue that this is a counsel of despair. What of the anarchist dream, the Stateless state, the Commune, the autonomous zone with duration, a free society, a free culture? Are we to abandon that hope in return for some existentialist acte gratuit? The point is not to change consciousness but to change the world." (The Temporary Autonomous Zone, Ontological Anarchy, Poetic Terrorism, by Hakim Bey)

ghost girl (again)

architectural indigestion: (page 75)

The almost obsessive need to live in a 'cool' architectural environment. Frequent related objects of fetish include framed black-and-white art photography (Diane Arbus is a favorite); simplistic pine furniture; matte black high-tech items such as TVs, stereos, and telephones; low-wattage ambient lighting; a lamp, chair, or table that alludes to the 1950s; cut flowers with complex name. (Douglas Coupland's Generation X Neo-logisms)

In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none,

très vite dans ma vie il a été trop tard

Très vite dans ma vie il a été trop tard. À dix-huit ans il était déjà troptard. Entre dix-huit et vingt-cinq ans mon visage est parti dans unedirection imprévue. À dix-huit ans j'ai vieilli. Je ne sais pas si c'est tout lemonde, je n'ai jamais demandé. Il me semble qu'on m'a parlé de cettepoussée du temps qui vous frappe quelquefois alors qu'on traverse lesâges les plus jeunes, les plus célébrés de la vie. Ce vieillissement a étébrutal.

Marguerite DURAS, L'Amant (1984)

ghost girl

sirens rising across the sky

The beauty of her, under electric light
The beauty of her, under electric light
Tears my heart out every time

Dawn There waiting, right outside
Dawn There waiting, right outside
She tears my heart out every time

Siren rising across the sky
Sirens rising across the sky
Tears my heart out every time



“Electric Light”, Polly Jean Harvey
(Is this desire?, 1998)

do you know who you're sketching for?

the broken umbrellas like dead birds

Well it's ninth and hennepin
All the doughnuts have names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky
Like a tarp thrown all over this
And the broken umbrellas like dead birds
And the steam comes out of the grill
Like the whole goddamn town's ready to blow...
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone is behaving like dogs

(…)

And all the rooms they smell like diesel
And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here
And i'm lost in the window, and i hide in the stairway
And i hang in the curtain, and i sleep in your hat...
And no one brings anything small into a bar around here
They all started out with bad directions
And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear
"one for every year he's away", she said
Such a crumbling beauty, ah
There's nothing wrong with her that a hundred dollars won't fix
She has that razor sadness that only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the southern pacific going by

(…)

And i've seen it all, i've seen it all
Through the yellow windows of the evening train...



“9th & hennepin”, Tom Waits (Rain dogs, 1985)

Children No More

we’ve only just begun

We never seem to find peace of mind
We’re always on the run away from the sun
And we’ve only just begun.

You say we’ve overcome nothing is wrong
You say our job is done the battle is won
But we’ve only just begun.

You say our job is done the battle is won
But we’ve only just begun.



Koop, "Waltz for Koop"
(Waltz for Koop, 2001)