Sometimes one feels like finally waking up, but then one sinks back into sleep. This never ending drowsing – what a nightmare!…We were born tired. We’re lethargic beings taking care of lethargic pets.
Good night all.

PS: Leonard Cohen’s “Memories”, “Paper-Thin Hotel”, “Alexandra Leaving” and “The Letters” are standing out today. I must have listened to these songs hundreds and hundreds of times through years. You should try them as well. It’s like heaven and hell. It’s like looking down from a plane in a glorious April morning; and see the ocean below and the sun next to you; and knowing you don’t belong up there.

We often mime indifference. Especially when it comes to the things we care most about. Somehow, we think that detachment and dispassion are socially desirable, while enthusiasm and excitement are socially suspected as disruptive and barbarian. Indifference is an unwritten social norm. It introduces you as a reliable, cool-minded person with a certain inner sobriety, self-distance and no vices.
Now that’s a farce of course. Grownups are often just as emotional and “deranged” as teenagers are. But the mature people took upon themselves the task of reducing the percentage of socially awkward episodes; so that everybody can live in peace, unconcern, disinterest, and neutrality.
I’m neither fair nor cool. I’m crazy about my work and my work is crazy about me.

PS: One needs more restorative music these days. The times are dark, the will is weak. So I’ll take, for instance, Velvet Underground’s “After Hours” and “Venus in Furs”, then Moody Blues’s “The Voice”, and finally Humble Pie with “79th Street Blues” and “Hallelujah (I love Her So)”.

We want our body to mirror our social image. We don’t like our body to betray our dreams of power, beauty, charisma, sexiness and youth. Our flesh is our social identity. It’s us as we know ourselves: beautiful, restless, well-educated, well-manicured, well-known and well-smelling. We don’t like delays. When we want to be polite, we expect our mouth to say “hello”, when we’re slightly tired, we would like us to sit down, when we feel like chatting, we would like to give our interlocutor a nice-looking cross legging.
But an aged body never comes in time. Its timetables are different from ours. It can’t talk when we want it to talk. It can’t dance when we want it to dance. An aged body is one, two or three minutes late; and it cops out on us, sabotaging our social image. It makes us look like fools or, even worse, like impostors. Our sense of Self becomes unbearably subjective. Our image in the mirror becomes unbearably objective and yet unrecognizable. If we’re not in the mirror, then where are we? If we cease to live graciously, do we live at all? For us, moderns, the social death is often worse than the physical death. Once we run out of beauty, we run out of living ideas. And we become nobody’s rotting shell.

PS: I finally bought Kent‘s new album (Tillbaka till Samtiden) after getting bored with a commonly-written single “Ingenting”.
I listened to the album twice and tried not to let myself influenced by the raving reviews I’ve read here and there. Honestly? It’s overrated. Apart from “Elefanter” and “Sömnen”, it tends to be repetitive. The abuse of synthesizers made everything sound…dehydrated. The classic valuable Kent clichés became cheap (exception: “Våga Vara Rädd”). I admit, it’s a thick album. It might take time to feel it and love it. But for today I find it unimaginative and disarranged.
… And talking about recent Swedish music: has anyone heard ANYTHING WORSE than Uggla’s new single “Pärlor åt svin”?

Women are capable of all the horrors of life; men are capable of all the horrors of spirit.

PS: The good-lookin’ red ‘n rabbit series continues with a new canvas: “The Bad Leg And The Rabbit”. Click on it, see it a little better (no proper light for a proper picture today unfortunately; I’ll upload a better one when the new website will be finished.)

PS2: My brand new iPod loves Kate Bush, especially the old classic The Kick Inside.

I don’t believe in cultivating morality. I don’t believe in cultivating vices either. Virtue and vice are equally boring and equally worthless as long as they are constantly encouraged and nurtured. Decent or depraved, a person who never lost or gain any balance is reduced to compulsiveness. The mechanics of evil is not much different than the mechanics of rectitude. They’re monstrously monotonous. And they’ll never make room for doubt, freedom, love, or Dostoevsky.

You can’t lose your heart unless you had one.

PS: Best in my player today: Crosby Stills Nash & Young, “Amost Cut My Hair”. In case you don’t have the Déjà Vu album, you can still listen to the song here.

PS2: Mount Athos above, in Greece. Photo taken by Mighty Sega.

And everything in between has an appealing vulgarity so that our relationship with money remains melodramatic: the dependability of a marriage, the voracity of a romance.

PS: New finished canvas called “Two Men”. A technical success if you ask me. Click on it for a better view.

PS2: Devote a few minutes to Antony and the Johnsons’s cello player, Julia Kent. Julia’s very new solo album Delay translates airports into feelings. A disconcerting (and surely subjective) experience of both intimacy and disquietude, harmony and chaos. An appropriate October starter.