Monthly Archives March 2008


Well I stepped into an avalanche, it covered up my soul; when I am not this hunchback that you see, I sleep beneath the golden hill. You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn, learn to serve me well. You strike my side by accident as you go down for your gold. The cripple […]


Możemy bowiem odrzucić naiwne wizje, zgodnie z którymi wraz z upływem czasu nasza cywilizacja wznosić się będzie na coraz to wyższe poziomy poznania, może nawiąże kontakt z braćmi w rozumie z innych zakątków Wszechświata i połączymy siły, by wspólnie osiągnąć panowanie nad czasem i przestrzenią. Nic z tego. Światy będą się raczej rodzić i umierać […]


Gutsville is a town living in the belly of the beast, literally. 150 years after the ocean liner HMS Daphne was swallowed at sea, its passengers’ descendents cling to life in Gutsville. All is not well among the slippery streets… As revolutionaries, sadistic priests and frothing psychos clash in the psychedelic innards of an impossible […]

Iphigenia Deme

Her name was Iphigenia Deme, Iffy to those of her friends that had not yet been slaughtered by Protectorate forces. Her last words, strapped to the interrogation table downstairs at Number Eighteen, Shimatsu Boulevard, are reputed to have been: That’s fucking enough! The explosion brought the entire building down.


Arthur C. Clarke – 18 March 2008

Threshold House

The Dreamer Is Still Asleep

May I ask you all for silence The dreamer is still asleep May the goddess keep us from single vision And you too sleep The dreamer is still asleep The dreamer is still asleep He’s inventing landscapes and the magnetic fields Working out the means of escape We’ll cut across the crop circles He says […]

Ursula LeGuin – “Solitude”

So for the young soul there is wandering and scouting, travel, danger, change. But of course travel and danger and change have their own dullness. It is finally always the same otherness over again; another hill, another fiver, another man, another day. The feet begin to turn in a long, long circle. The body begins […]

Kode9 & Spaceape – 9 Samurai

Vachel Lindsay “The Leaden-Eyed”

Let not young souls be smothered out before They do quiant deeds and fully flaunt their pride. It is the world’s one crime its babes grow dull, Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden-eyed. Not that they starve, but starve so dreamlessly; Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap; Not that they serve, […]

The Girl

Carlos Maria Dominiguz – La Casa de Papel/Dom z papieru

Są nadal moimi przyjaciółmi. Dają mi schronienie. Cień latem. Osłaniają mnie od wiatrów. Książki są moim domem.

Michael Gira on Neurosis

It’s not the kind of music I listen to but I saw them live a couple of times and it was like watching Samurai warriors in preparation for attacking a village or something, it’s so intense.

Fernando Pessoa – Księga niepokoju

467 Rządzenie światem zaczyna się w nas samych. To nie ludzie szczerzy rządzą światem, ale też i nie nieszczerzy. Rądzą ci, którzy sobie tworzą prawdziwą szczerość w sposób sztuczny i automatyczny. Ta szczerość stanowi ich siłę i ona promieniuje na mniej fałszywą szczerość innych. Umieć dobrze się łudzić jest pierwszą zaletą męża stanu.Tylko poetom i […]

Lydia Lunch on ‘Music Inspired By The Film Last Man Standing’

How long would it take to walk yourself to death? Would you shoot a hole in your hand to drink your own blood if you were stranded on an endless sand plain, the only sign of life – what’s left of your own? Escape is essential. You flee to avoid capture, to temporarily outrun retribution. […]

The Big Sleep

I went quickly away from her down the room and out and down the tiled staircase to the front hail. I didn’t see anybody when I left. I found my hat alone this time. Outside, the bright gardens had a haunted look, as though small wild eyes were watching me from behind the bushes, as […]