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Sun, 09 Jun 2013 19:17:23 +0200

“I’m an instant star, just add water.” —...

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 20:24:37 +0200

“I’m an instant star, just add water.”
— David Bowie

I taught you to fight and to fly. What more could there be?” ―...

Mon, 03 Jun 2013 02:01:00 +0200

I taught you to fight and to fly. What more could there be?”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan and Wendy

“Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get....

Thu, 30 May 2013 17:56:22 +0200

“Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You’ve got to relax, let it happen at times, and at others move forward with it. It’s like boats. You keep your motor on so you can steer with the current. And when you hear the sound of the waterfall coming nearer and nearer, tidy up the boat, put on your best tie and hat, and smoke a cigar right up till the moment you go over. That’s a triumph.”

― Ray Bradbury, Farewell Summer

“No human relation gives one possession in another—every two...

Thu, 30 May 2013 10:46:35 +0200

“No human relation gives one possession in another—every two souls are absolutely different. In friendship or in love, the two side by side raise hands together to find what one cannot reach alone.”
― Kahlil Gibran

“There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor...

Mon, 27 May 2013 19:29:37 +0200

“There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.”

― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

“Resist much, obey little.” ― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass...

Mon, 27 May 2013 18:51:00 +0200

“Resist much, obey little.”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

The MarchAgainstMonsanto in Valletta, 25.05.2013

Big Friday

Thu, 16 May 2013 23:06:16 +0200

Big Friday

“If I paint a wild horse, you might not see the horse… but...

Thu, 16 May 2013 23:01:23 +0200

“If I paint a wild horse, you might not see the horse… but surely you will see the wildness!”
― Pablo Picasso

noxe: Max Beckmann, Birds’ Hell (Hölle der Vögel, 1938), Oil on...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 01:00:04 +0200

noxe:

Max Beckmann, Birds’ Hell (Hölle der Vögel, 1938), Oil on canvas.

How inviting!

Wed, 06 Mar 2013 11:27:14 +0100

How inviting!

WELL WE KNOW WHERE WE’RE GOIN’ BUT WE DON’T...

Wed, 06 Mar 2013 11:22:50 +0100

WELL WE KNOW WHERE WE’RE GOIN’
BUT WE DON’T KNOW WHERE WE’VE BEEN
AND WE KNOW WHAT WE’RE KNOWIN’
BUT WE CAN’T SAY WHAT WE’VE SEEN
AND WE’RE NOT LITTLE CHILDREN
AND WE KNOW WHAT WE WANT
AND THE FUTURE IS CERTAIN
GIVE US TIME TO WORK IT OUT

Kevin Ayers (1944 - 2013)

Thu, 21 Feb 2013 16:52:18 +0100

Kevin Ayers (1944 - 2013)

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Wed, 20 Feb 2013 20:39:40 +0100

“Because here’s something else that’s weird but...

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 14:38:42 +0100

“Because here’s something else that’s weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship — be it JC or Allah, bet it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles — is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.”
― David Foster Wallace

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the...

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 15:52:51 +0100

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some devine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”

Alfred Tennyson

Boulevard of broken dreams…

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 21:51:02 +0100

Boulevard of broken dreams…

13. Februar 2013, Aschermittwoch: Mein erstes Buch, Vanished...

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 21:45:52 +0100

13. Februar 2013, Aschermittwoch: Mein erstes Buch, Vanished Inside, ist fertig geworden. Das ist ein Tag, den ich mir merken will. Was jetzt kommt, weiß ich nicht. Etwa fünf neue Buchprojekte schwirren durch meinen Kopf, an einem davon arbeite ich seit einigen Wochen.

Vielleicht muss ich erst wieder lernen, den Moment zu genießen?

And when you loose control, you’ll reap the harvest you...

Tue, 12 Feb 2013 21:21:25 +0100

And when you loose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone…
(Pink Floyd: Dogs, 1977)

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Sun, 20 Jan 2013 01:41:15 +0100

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