tumbled/from rockuboff, thanks amy! always a favourite!
The Velvet Underground “I’ll Be Your Mirror”
I love this song so much that I decided to include the lyrics. Simple and lovely.
I’ll be your mirror Reflect what you are, in case you don’t know I’ll be the wind, the rain and the sunset The light on your door to show that you’re home When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you’re twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands ‘Cause I see you I find it hard to believe you don’t know The beauty you are But if you don’t let me be your eyes A hand to your darkness, so you won’t be afraid When you think the night has seen your mind That inside you’re twisted and unkind Let me stand to show that you are blind Please put down your hands ‘Cause I see you I’ll be your mirror
“Sometimes people come into your life and immediately you know they’re supposed to be there; they teach us something important, give purpose to ourselves, and add direction and meaning to our lives.”—(via trappedintime)
“[T]he university professors expected me to join in teaching the kind of Durkheimian sociology to which they themselves inclined… because of their desire to provide a philosophical basis for that moderate liberalism, which is the usual ideological weapon used by oligarchies to combat personal power.”—Claude Lévi-Strauss, Tristes Tropiques (NY: Penguin, 1992, 1st pub. 1955), p. 59.
“And he didn’t just “do” it. He worked over an idea like a diamond cutter with facets and angles and refractions of light. He made you sorry you ever thought you wanted to be a comedian. He was like a train hobo with a chicken bone. When he was done there was nothing left for anybody.”—
I guess I am still punk-rock enough because I still feel that way and I had to choke down the venom when I read Dave Eggers “Reading, Writing, and Landscaping” on the sadness of teachers in Mother Jones. It made me want to go throw a brick through the window of one of the lead-paint and asbestos ridden penitentiaries that pass for schools in New York City. Or go encourage some kid to stop doing homework, stop going to classes and stop listening to the counselors. Becoming a moral drop-out did me nothing but good, and if you’re a high-school student and reading this email me and I’ll explain how to initiate a one-man revolution. First step: Drop out of school.
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”—Mark Twain (via misscedar)
“I’m so lucky that I saw him in a small club in NY in ‘72. We were early and he was sitting on a stool against the wall- we asked him where the bathroom was and he made a face and a gesture like a cartoon character to point the way. While we were peeing we realized that it was him. Loved him. Dad.”—my father, replying to my email of a George Carlin link this morning (via jakoblodwick)
The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What’s that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating…