Monday, March 10, 2014
"Philosophy becomes tortured thinking. Thinking that devours itself—and continues intact and even flourishes, in spite (or perhaps because) of the repeated acts of self-cannibalism. In the passion play of thought, the thinker plays the roles of both protagonist and antagonist. He is both suffering Prometheus and the remorseless eagle who consumes his perpetually regenerated entrails."
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
"Nobody really knew anything. People lived; they went here and there about the earth and rode through forests; so much seemed to challenge or to promise, and so many sights to stir our longing: an evening star, a blue harebell, a lake half-covered in green reeds, the eyes of beasts and human eyes; and always it was as though something would happen, something never seen and yet sighed for, as though a veil would be pulled back off the world; till the feeling passed, and there had been nothing."
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Rant excerpt by Spike Lee, February 2014
Brooklyn Love artwork by Adam Suerte © 2014
Brooklyn Love artwork by Adam Suerte © 2014
Monday, February 24, 2014
"The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are."
Saturday, February 22, 2014
"...our own age is essentially one of understanding, and on the average, perhaps, more knowledgeable than any former generation, but it is without passion. Every one knows a great deal, we all know which way we ought to go and all the different ways we can go, but nobody is willing to move."
Text from The Present Age, 1846
Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
"Life has no meaning unless one lives it with a will, at least to the limit of one’s will. Virtue, good, evil are nothing but words, unless one takes them apart in order to build something with them; they do not win their true meaning until one knows how to apply them."
Friday, February 14, 2014
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
A Drinking Song by W.B. Yeats
Photograph by Mary Ellen Mark © 1987
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Rest In Peace
"thank you i’m so grateful thank you i don’t know how i can convey how thankful i am i’m bending over with gratitude the sky is pouring itself down my throat because i’m wide open because i’m so glad i’m HAPPY i wasn’t always HAPPY in fact i used to be a miserable wretch but i realize this was an idiotic waste of time i climbed out of the morass of love gone wrong and the fact that this world is not a fair place i had to say ‘fuck it’ to suicide, self-obsession, perverse maudlinism and the acme of melancholy to hell with sticking my head in the oven i’m HAPPY i’m ridiculously vengefully HAPPY i’m ripped apart by sunshine i’m ecstatic i’m leaping i’m cutting off all my limbs i’m doing circus tricks with forks i’m breathing fire i’m a radiant asshole and i’m HAPPY i’ve got joy shooting from the roots of my hair down to my violent red toenails i’m HAPPY to be here to be alive to be here to be alive i’m here i’m alive and i’m HAPPY. thank you."
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
"He thought that in the beauty of the world were hid a secret. He thought that the world’s heart beat at some terrible cost and that the world’s pain and its beauty moved in a relationship of diverging equity and that in this headlong deficit the blood of multitudes might ultimately be exacted for the vision of a single flower."
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Monday, February 3, 2014
"America's radicals are to be found wherever and whenever America moves close to the fulfillment of its democratic dream. Whenever America's hearts are breaking, there American radicals were and are. America was begun by its radicals. America was built by its radicals. The hope and future of America lies with its radicals."
Friday, January 31, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
From 1972 to 1982, a bartender named Shelly Nadelman photographed the patrons and surroundings of the Terminal Bar, a watering hole across the street from the Port Authority. The 2002 documentary Terminal Bar was created using some of the over 2000 photos Nadelman shot during his ten year stint at the bar, truly capturing the old city in all its grit'n'glory.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Rest In Peace
"Participation — that's what's gonna save the human race."
I can still vividly recall being a little kid and playing my copy of the one Pete Seeger record I had, carefully dropping the needle on "Guantanamera" as my copy was literally cracked. Though I quickly left Pete behind for Bob, there was something so soothing about Pete's voice; it was like an elder member of your family telling you that all would be "alright." As I got older, I found out about the man that Seeger was: inspiring, brave, loving, giving, championing. He led a long and distinguished life, yet his loss still feels huge. Fare thee well Mr. Seeger; thanks for all that you gave the world.
Monday, January 27, 2014
“The sense of unhappiness is so much easier to convey than that of happiness. In misery we seem aware of our own existence, even though it may be in the form of a monstrous egotism: this pain of mine is individual, this nerve that winces belongs to me and to no other. But happiness annihilates us: we lose our identity.”
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Happy 35th anniversary to Sunday Morning, one of the only shows worth watching on television. Thank you for your "absence of malice" and all the joy you bring in this often bleak and ugly world.
Friday, January 24, 2014
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Now that humor has started to slip away, the bad feelings and mood have worsened, and it's because there seems to be people that are trying to destroy the old fashioned value of the club simply to propel it into a bigger corporate cash cow. The average fan was torn about the Olympic Sadium move, most want to believe that it will be a change to the club's fortune and that it will attract more fans and more revenue.
The owners have treated the club like they are fattening a cow for market, it will move to a polished and corporate charged stadium that will attract sponsors and potential naming rights. With that we will attract investors and become a bigger club that will lose some of its identity and a feel of selling your soul to the devil.
There are people in charge that just don't seem to care about the average person that spends a weeks wages to take his family to football. It's a sad fact that small "family" feel businesses are being pushed into corporate identities and West Ham is no different.
I will continue to support West Ham from my home in New York, with my NYC Hammers family that are as passionate about the club as someone that was born there, and whenever I go to the hallowed ground of Upton Park.
For some supporting West Ham is a birthright, for others it was about following a particular player, and for the others they chose to support a team that had history, class, and pride, and weren't one of the "corporate clubs." I hope that continues to be the way we attract new fans, but within our new corporate culture I somehow doubt that will be the case for much longer.
Guest post by Peter Taylor
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Monday, January 20, 2014
"I am convinced that if we are to get on the right side of the world revolution, we as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. We must rapidly begin the shift from a thing-oriented society to a person-oriented society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered."
Monday, January 6, 2014
Friday, January 3, 2014
Rest In Peace
"The world of cult film was dealt a huge blow this morning when Something Weird Video’s Facebook page reported the death of Something Weird’s founder, Mike Vraney" … Story continues here: In Memory Of "Something Weird" Founder (Daily Grindhouse)
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Monday, December 30, 2013
"The solitary and thoughtful stroller finds a singular intoxication in this universal communion. The man who loves to lose himself in a crowd enjoys feverish delights that the egoist locked up in himself as in a box, and the slothful man like a mollusk in his shell, will be eternally deprived of. He adopts as his own all the occupations, all the joys and all the sorrows that chance offers."
Monday, December 23, 2013
"But since death is inevitable we don’t have to deal with it (it’ll deal with us when it decides to). What we do have to deal with is the psychic, physical, and fusion diseases wrought during our so-called lives as byproducts of the elemental clash. In other words we’re all terminally psychotic and no doctor, hospital, pill, needle, book or guru holds the cure. Because the disease is called life and there is no cure for that but death and death’s just part of the set-up designed to keep you terrified and thus in bondage from the cradle to the crypt so ha ha the joke’s on you except there’s no punchline and the comedian forgot you ever existed as even a comma."