Myron: Your goal is…

Myra: My goal is the destruction of the last vestigal traces of traditional manhood…

Myron: In order to…

Myra: Realign the sexes…

Myron: While…

Myra: Decreasing the population…

Myron: Thus…

Myra: Increasing human happiness…

Myron: And…

Myra: Preparing humanity for its next stage.

Myron: Bravo. Also… bullshit

Gore Vidal | Myra Breckinridge

Photos: Various Paintings by | Truls Espedal

9. Now that all things light and night have been named;

and the things which belong to the power of each have been assigned to these things and to those, everything is full at once of light and dark night,

both equal, since neither has aught to do with the other.

13. First of all the gods she contrived Eros.

OUT OF THE DARKNESS I FOUND LOVE  . Mixtape. Download it here

Ecstasy, Piano Glitches, techno drifts, dark loops and such/k

…the people who move through the streets are all strangers. At each encounter, they imagine a thousand things about one another; meetings which could take place between them, conversations, surprises, caresses, bites. But no one greets anyone; eyes lock for a second, then dart away, seeking other eyes, never stopping…something runs among them, an exchange of glances like lines that connect one figure with another and draw arrows, stars, triangles, until all combinations are used up in a moment, and other characters come on to the scene… 

Italo Calvino | Invisible Cities

Photos: Isle of the Dead and Landscapes by | Arnold Böcklin

Secrets are my currency: I deal in them for a living. The secrets of desire, of what people really want, and of what they fear the most. The secrets of why love is difficult, sex complicated, living painful and death so close and yet placed far away. Why are pleasure and punishment closely related? How do our bodies speak? Why do we make ourselves ill? Why do you want to fail? Why is pleasure hard to bear?

Hanif Kureishi | Something to Tell You

Photo: Ritagli di tempo | LdL

ITS GOT TO HURT A LITTLE BIT.  Mixtape. Download it here

Women with issues and great voices, smoky bar jazz, some satie, cat power cover and drinking habits. 

One of these days you’ll go back to your home 
You won’t even notice that you are alone 
One of these days when you sit by yourself 
You’ll realise you can’t shaft without someone else 
In the end you will submit 
It’s got to hurt a little bit 

New Order | Subculture

Photos: Submissions by | Helmut Newton

The room was cheap and sordid,
hidden above the suspect taverna.
From the window you could see the alley,
dirty and narrow. From below
came the voices of workmen
playing cards, enjoying themselves.
 
And there on that common, humble bed
I had love’s body, had those intoxicating lips,
red and sensual,
red lips of such intoxication
that now as I write, after so many years,
in my lonely house, I’m drunk with passion again. 

C.P. Cavafy | One Night

Photo: James Gallagher | Various Collages 

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To steal the sun 
I’ll feel the light
Or touch your hand
Or take our sight
To sing inside 
Your burning lung
The songs that clothe
Your naked son
To feel the sea
Or drink the air
Or breathe the word
That lies nowhere
To feel the sun
Or taste the light
Or touch your hand
Or steal your sight

Angels of Light | Not here / Not Now