There is only one valuable thing in art: the thing you cannot explain.

—Georges Braque (via amare-habeo)

(via cyborges)

To think is not to get out of the cave; it is not to replace the uncertainty of shadows by the clear-cut outlines of things themselves, the flame’s flickering glow by the light of the true sun. To think is to enter the Labyrinth; more exactly, it is to make be and appear a Labyrinth when we might have stayed “lying among the flowers, facing the sky.” It is to lose oneself amidst galleries which exist only because we never tire of digging them; to turn round and round at the end of a cul-de-sac whose entrance has been shut off behind us—until, inexplicably, this spinning round opens up in the surrounding walls cracks which offer passage.

Crossroads in the Labyrinth, Cornelius Castoriadis, 1978 (via outdarethenight)

(via cyborges)


—Bling Bling


Bling Bling - Junglepussy

Tonight’s getting ready music.

The Coup

—My Favorite Mutiny


My Favorite Mutiny - The Coup

You guys got me going deep this evening, reaching way back into the collection to find good stuff I haven’t heard in a while.