February 2012
11 posts
What has become of the look in your eye? I miss your stare, your cool gaze. The old flame has burnt out, replaced by a new ash that settles over my wretched mass of dry bones. I might search for a flicker of light, some spark of warmth amid the wealth of empty stares I reap tonight. My helmet of steel holds a grip o’er my skull, and your face is all I can see.
What’s more, you still...
January 2012
56 posts
Glenn Gould, 1981 interview with Tim Page
fatzliqour:
You know, someone said to me the other day that now that the fortepiano is making such an extraordinary comeback, and people are playing Chopin-period Pleyels and so forth, that in no time at all there will be nothing for the contemporary piano to do except maybe the Rachmaninoff Third…
…I think frankly that the whole issue of Bach on the piano is a red herring. I love the...
“I’m just saying… if I was there it wouldn’t have gone down like that. Timmy...”
– Mark Wahlberg reviews Jurassic Park (via thenewhotness)
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it’s nights like these that shake me from inside, for off your face the moon reflects so bright, and halts the bitter sentiments I hide. that my eyes were gouged out to hide the sight. In theory, sure, our chemistry has spark, though catalysts are known for entropy. My radiated soul shines in the dark, a half-life marked with buoys in the sea. As waves of time sit smugly on the pews of its...
