Darius Caine

"My genes done gone and tricked my brain By making fucking feel so great That’s how the little..."

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 16:12:50 +0100

“My genes done gone and tricked my brain
By making fucking feel so great
That’s how the little creeps attain
Their plan to fuckin’ replicate
But brain’s got tricks itself, you see
To get the bang but not the bite
I got this here vasectomy
My genes can fuck themselves tonight.”

- The R-Selectors, Trunclade (from Blindsight by Peter Watts)

"When the world ends, it’ll end in Belgrade ten years later because they never met the..."

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 02:53:58 +0100

“When the world ends, it’ll end in Belgrade ten years later because they never met the international requirements.”

- The WELL: State of the World 2013: Bruce Sterling and Jon Lebkowsky

Photo

Wed, 24 Oct 2012 03:54:59 +0200

(via Aggressive-passive « Mammoth and Mastodon &...

Sun, 21 Oct 2012 17:35:28 +0200

(via Aggressive-passive « Mammoth and Mastodon & Friends)

By Olly Moss.

Sat, 21 Jul 2012 23:49:00 +0200

By Olly Moss.

(via Architizer Blog » POP! There Goes the Light)

Fri, 20 Apr 2012 20:18:03 +0200

(via Architizer Blog » POP! There Goes the Light)

The Boy Wonder by Philip Bonneau on Flickr.

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 12:53:50 +0200

The Boy Wonder by Philip Bonneau on Flickr.

Photo

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 08:58:45 +0200

"To speak seriously of such a separation is to get that it isn’t an axe driven through a unitary mass..."

Fri, 24 Feb 2012 03:46:37 +0100

“To speak seriously of such a separation is to get that it isn’t an axe driven through a unitary mass called life, which we can get back to with a little tender love, care, and insurrection, but that both sides of the separation – art and life, like politics and life, economics and life – are little more than the Janus blade-faces of that same splitting axe.”

- Whose blood that camera followed and follows still – The New Inquiry

Tomato Is Another Day (1930-1933) via The New...

Sun, 19 Feb 2012 04:06:35 +0100

Tomato Is Another Day (1930-1933) via The New Inquiry.

“[A]n unparalleled bit of Dadaist pranksterdom and parody whose pun-heavy critique of Hollywood writing and directing styles, at six and a half minutes long and eighty-two years old, still resonates more forcefully and hilariously than most that have followed.”

"The ghastly homogenization and banality of consumer culture undermine our experience of life (this..."

Thu, 09 Feb 2012 18:20:43 +0100

“The ghastly homogenization and banality of consumer culture undermine our experience of life (this is perhaps the reason for the weird idol worship of the aberrational design fetishist Steve Jobs).”

- The Leaderless Revolution: A new politics for a disorderly world

Guy travels the world and shoots one second of footage in each...

Sun, 01 Jan 2012 20:39:58 +0100

Guy travels the world and shoots one second of footage in each location. (by m4kavell1)

Catch a Wave/Cloud

Tue, 20 Dec 2011 03:07:46 +0100

Catch a Wave/Cloud

Photo

Tue, 20 Dec 2011 03:01:43 +0100

nevver: le Bat

Sun, 04 Dec 2011 22:30:56 +0100

nevver:

le Bat

(via Covered: Guy Perez covers Superboy 6)

Wed, 31 Aug 2011 03:33:00 +0200

(via Covered: Guy Perez covers Superboy 6)

i watched as we de-evolved into animals, and all this time there was a sinking feeling that we were changing from hunter to hunted.

Mon, 22 Aug 2011 01:35:06 +0200

Credits to follow.

Philip Larkin: Aubade I work all day, and get half drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless...

Tue, 09 Aug 2011 22:33:43 +0200

Philip Larkin: Aubade

I work all day, and get half drunk at night.

Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain edges will grow light.
Till then I see what’s really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.
Arid interrogation: yet the dread
Of dying, and being dead,
Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.

The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
- The good not used, the love not given, time
Torn off unused - nor wretchedly because
An only life can take so long to climb
Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never:
But at the total emptiness forever,
The sure extinction that we travel to
And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
Not to be anywhere,
And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

This is a special way of being afraid
No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
That vast moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die,
And specious stuff that says No rational being
Can fear a thing it cannot feel, not seeing
that this is what we fear - no sight, no sound,
No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
Nothing to love or link with,
The anaesthetic from which none come round.

And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
A small unfocused blur, a standing chill
That slows most impulses down to indecision.
Most things may never happen: this one will,
And realisation of it rages out
In furnace fear when we are caught without
People or drink. Courage is no good:
It means not scaring others. Being brave
Lets no-one off the grave.
Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,
Have always known, know that we can’t escape
Yet can’t accept. One side will have to go.
Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring
In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.
Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

Video

Sun, 17 Jul 2011 22:47:22 +0200

(via Vaginal Muse - That’s Vaginal)

Sun, 26 Jun 2011 18:52:34 +0200

(via Vaginal Muse - That’s Vaginal)