today’s advice

todf:

"I’m not an academic. I don’t have to pretend to care about that bullshit any more."


Drawing I made for Saraswathi's zine Audiofilia. Is based on Current 93’s "Killy Kill Killy (A Fire Sermon)" from Nightmare Culture.
I transcribed part of the lyric as I hear it, so expect some mistakes. I’m not so fluent in English (I’m not even good at transcribing lyrics in my own language).

Drawing I made for Saraswathi's zine Audiofilia. Is based on Current 93’s "Killy Kill Killy (A Fire Sermon)" from Nightmare Culture.

I transcribed part of the lyric as I hear it, so expect some mistakes. I’m not so fluent in English (I’m not even good at transcribing lyrics in my own language).


v3l3nomortale:

Calaveras Playing Cards designed by Chris Ovdiyenko

v3l3nomortale:

Calaveras Playing Cards designed by Chris Ovdiyenko


piety-patience-modesty-distrust:

A kid asked in my class asked the professor if Saint Thomas Aquinas went to hell because he was a philosopher. 


ozu-teapot:

The Bird with the Crystal Plumage | Dario Argento | 1970


ozu-teapot:

The Bird with the Crystal Plumage | Dario Argento | 1970

ozu-teapot:

The Bird with the Crystal Plumage | Dario Argento | 1970


Yesterday’s dream.

This was a vision or footage inside other dream. A student protest in México is repressed by the police, but it doesn’t look like “normal” riot control but as a war.

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crumbargento:

L’Urlo (The Howl)

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a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement
From Allen Ginsberg’s The Howl.

What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?

Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
From Allen Ginsberg’s The Howl.