nothing makes you believe in an afterlife like gnossienne #1.

 every piano player plays satie differently. and yet it's the same music. simply fascinating. i may not play like a kid at 66, but in essence, i still am. when i listen i'm playing the piano. you never know what is coming next, but you feel it coming. reading about satie's unconscious strolling around, i think of a psychologist saying my unconscious was on the outside, like my skin. then oddly i thought of the things we said one night in a lava house in oia. i couldn't remember a word of it, but the candlelight shined through the wine bottles and danced on the rounded lava stone ceiling. ghost light laughing. 

 Now that the fire alarm at the top of the stairwell is silent, the ringing in my skull is louder. It may be tinnitus, or a universal fire alarm that can't be turned off.

We must never forget what Gaza says
about the monstrous nature of the western system,
and of imperialist capitalism.

Nate Bear

 

 i think it's called the audacity to win, i don't remember the words...it was 100% tactics about the election, without one paragraph that had any sense about why the guy would actually want to govern, or what he stood for. they won the presidency but there was absolutely nothing there after that. it doesn't matter, that's the tragedy.

jeffrey sachs 

on obama

 

 the power people won't stop. it's just an illusion. i guess we can't live without hope. but we have each other. we see the power people puffing. they are idiots. they don't have us.