Wednesday, December 4, 2013
"Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but 'steal' some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be."
Monday, December 2, 2013
Rest In Peace
Fare thee well to the great André Schiffrin, who published and championed the likes of Günter Grass, Jean-Paul Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir, Studs Terkel, Michel Foucault and Art Spiegelman, among countless others via Pantheon Books which he ran until 1990, after which he co-founded nonprofit publishing house The New Press. He was also one of the founders of The Student League For Industrial Democracy (later known as the Students For A Democratic Society), and while studying at Clare College Cambridge served as editor of Granta. Schiffrin died in Paris on Sunday; he was 78.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
“They're events you remember all your life, like your first real orgasm. And the whole purpose of the absurd, mechanically persistent involvement with recorded music is the pursuit of that priceless moment. So it's not exactly that records might unhinge the mind, but rather that if anything is going to drive you up the wall it might as well be a record.”
Monday, November 25, 2013
"If one would give me six lines written by the hand of the most honest man, I would find something in them to have him hanged... Too many wrongly characterize the debate as 'security versus privacy.' The real choice is liberty versus control."
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
"As in the political sphere, the child is taught that he is free, a democrat, with a free will and a free mind, lives in a free country, makes his own decisions. At the same time he is a prisoner of the assumptions and dogmas of his time, which he does not question, because he has never been told they exist. By the time a young person has reached the age when he has to choose (we still take it for granted that a choice is inevitable) between the arts and the sciences, he often chooses the arts because he feels that here is humanity, freedom, choice. He does not know that he is already moulded by a system: he does not know that the choice itself is the result of a false dichotomy rooted in the heart of our culture. Those who do sense this, and who don't wish to subject themselves to further moulding, tend to leave, in a half-unconscious, instinctive attempt to find work where they won't be divided against themselves. With all our institutions, from the police force to academia, from medicine to politics, we give little attention to the people who leave—that process of elimination that goes on all the time and which excludes, very early, those likely to be original and reforming, leaving those attracted to a thing because that is what they are already like. A young policeman leaves the Force saying he doesn't like what he has to do. A young teacher leaves teaching, here idealism snubbed. This social mechanism goes almost unnoticed—yet it is as powerful as any in keeping our institutions rigid and oppressive."
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Rest In Peace
"Very few people really care about freedom, about liberty, about the truth, very few. Very few people have guts, the kind of guts on which a real democracy has to depend. Without people with that sort of guts a free society dies or cannot be born."
Photograph by Roger Mayne
Monday, November 11, 2013
"I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another."
Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2013
Text from All Quiet On The Western Front, 1929
Friday, November 8, 2013
Everybody Street illuminates the lives and work of New York's iconic street photographers and the incomparable city that has inspired them for decades. The documentary pays tribute to the spirit of street photography through a cinematic exploration of New York City, and captures the visceral rush, singular perseverance and at times immediate danger customary to these artists.
Dig: Everybody Street (official website)
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
"Sold My Soul (To The Rolling Stones)" is a raw blast of garage-y, punk-rock'n'roll; a real gem from the '90s "budget-rock" scene, best exemplified by the Rip Off Records label for whom the Statics also recorded. The other two songs are pretty snazzy as well... The Statics were from Seattle and released a clutch of 45s and two LPs, though for our money this is them at their peak.
Download: Sold My Soul EP (Deadbeat Records, 1998)
Monday, November 4, 2013
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Rest In Peace
"Allan Block, a leather craftsman and fiddler who made sandals and music in his Greenwich Village shop — which became a bubbling hub of folk music during the 1950s and '60s; a showcase for talented pickers and singers like Ramblin' Jack Elliott, Doc Watson and Maria Muldaur; and a destination for aspiring musicians like John Sebastian and Bob Dylan — died on Oct. 23rd at his home in Francestown, NH He was 90." ... Story continues here: Allan Block, Whose Sandal Shop Was Folk Music Hub, Dies At 90 (NY Times)
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
"People are talking about a healthcare revolution, but do they mean purposefully destroying hospitals to allow multi-billion dollar Monopoly players from Somewhere Else to build condominiums for the richest of the rich, from Somewhere Else? ... The cost of the condos will consist of the usual costs plus the additional costs of the deaths of infants, children, and adults of all ages who will die as a result of closing Long Island College Hospital and its emergency room. The 60,000 patients that are treated at the Cobble Hill facility’s emergency room each year will go to the other hospitals and those emergency rooms will be overwhelmed, resulting in more death and poor care." -Jon Berall, The Brooklyn Paper
Photograph by Lee Greenfeld © 2013
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
"He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate; to marry, to give up the game, to drag this death weight about with him for years to come. He could do what he liked, no one had the right to advise him, there would be for him no Good or Evil unless he thought them into being."
From The Age Of Reason, 1945
Monday, October 21, 2013
"Once social change begins, it cannot be reversed. You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride. You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore. We have seen the future, and the future is ours."
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Monday, October 14, 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Rest In Peace
Philip Chevron, who played guitar for the Pogues, has died at the age of 56. He had been treated for head and neck cancer in 2007 and was given a clean bill of health in April 2012. A new tumour appeared in August 2012, however, and was deemed inoperable." ... Story continues here: Pogues Guitarist Philip Chevron Dies (The Guardian)
Monday, October 7, 2013
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Monday, September 30, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
I was sitting on the dock of the bay when the thought came over me to shoot myself. Next thing I knew I was walking around in excruciating pain, but quite pleased with the perfect bulletholes in both my feet. As I was strutting proudly, I ran into a rather large lady who was insistent upon giving me a hug, which I shrugged off. I then found myself in a well-lit room in an office building which featured a booth that was providing camping provisions. People lined-up and paid with some sort of blue stamp. After having a long, drawn-out conversation with an old man about the impending war, I took my leave. I proceeded to walk downtown in an area which resembled the Upper West side near Columbia University. As I walked, a young lady with a large umbrella approached me and asked me if I needed coverage; I accepted even though it wasn't raining. We proceeded to walk downtown for a few blocks, when she abruptly told me she had a fear of overpasses and took her leave. I then realized I was late for my appointment and the stress became overwhelming...