COUNTDOWN TO GREATNESS

"There's a time for reciting poems and a time for fists." -- Roberto Bolano

“Books are finite, sexual encounters are finite, but the desire to read and to fuck is infinite; it surpasses our own deaths, our fears, our hopes for peace.” — Roberto Bolaño

“What makes them interesting to us?” asked his editor.
“Stupidity,” said Fate. “The endless variety of ways we destroy ourselves.” — Roberto Bolaño




"It is better than anywhere else for reading, writing letters, following one’s thoughts or in the long winter months simply looking out at the stormy sea as it crashes on the promenade." — WG Sebald

"If we view ourselves from a great height, it is frightening to realize how little we know about our species, our purpose and our end, I thought, as we crossed the coastline and flew out over the jelly-green sea." -- W.G. Sebald

"I suppose it is submerged memories that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality…What manner of theatre is it, in which we are at once playwright, actor, stage manager, scene painter and audience?" — W.G. Sebald



“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.” — Haruki Murakami

“What she wanted most was to blend in with the background by changing color and shape, to remain inconspicuous and not easily remembered. - Haruki Murakami

“Maybe, in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, lost. Or at least there exists a silent place where everything can disappear, melting together in a single, overlapping figure. And as we live our lives we discover - drawing toward us the thin threads attached to each - what had been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them closer, holding on to them. Knowing all the while that their lives are fleeting.” — Haruki Murakami

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Jay Z w/ Beanie Siegel & Memphis Bleek - Crew Love

Drake w/ The Weeknd - Crew Love

Au Palais - Tender Mercy

sometimes it's good to be a killer

work without remorse

sometimes it's good to be heartless

let nature take its course

and I don't need tender mercy

just someone on my side

I leave the gentle things behind

sometimes the guide light is flickering

and the theme lost in the swell

sometimes you have to live without it

let the heart lie still

and I don't need tender mercy

don't tie me to the mast

I let that tenderness go past

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Zhu Wen - I Love Dollars and Other Stories of China
http://www.amazon.com/Love-Dollars-Other-Stories-China/dp/B0035G040W/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1329351391&sr=8-1


Jiang Rong - Wolf Totem
http://www.amazon.com/Wolf-Totem-Novel-Jiang-Rong/dp/0143115146/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1329351117&sr=1-1


Xu Len - Diary of a Madman and Other Stories
http://www.amazon.com/Diary-Madman-other-stories-Xun/dp/0824813170


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Ponytail – Beg Waves

Ponytail – Celebrate the Body Electric (It Came From an Angel)

Ponytail – 7 souls

Ponytail – Honey Touches

Ponytail – Easy Peasy

Ponytail || Easy Peasy from Ray Concepcion on Vimeo.

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With cities, it is as with dreams: everything imaginable can be dreamed, but even the most unexpected dream is a rebus that conceals a desire or, its reverse, a fear. Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else. -- Italo Calvino from Invisible Cities


Because I am sad about the books
with tiny words along their spines

that no one ever reads because
they are too hard and not very interesting,

I am going to build myself a fort
of photographs of things I can’t afford

and Post-It notes of words I know
but am not able to accurately define

and glossy pages from Elle and Oui
and also bark, sticks, berries, and leaves,

and sleep in it for fourteen days
and nights and spend that time in prayer,

thinking of all the fantastic lines
of poetry I know, remembering the nooks

I’ve read them in, and I’ll bring a flashlight
to click on and off when I get bored,

to shine in my mouth and blow up my cheeks
and turn my face into a glowing pear.

- ‘Glowing Pear’ by Aaron Belz in Shampoo Poetry #6


I only care about the intimate self. I hate to see people in the world, their masks, their falsities, their surrender to the world, their resemblance to others, their promiscuity. I only care about the secret self. I only want the dream and the isolation. I have the fear that everyone is leaving, moving away, that love dies in an instant. - Anais Nin from ‘The Voices’


mysterious text from my haunted cell phone to me: I am here.

"I’m breakin’ into your likes page / I’m lookin’ at what you like." - Anonymous Valentine

I’m not sure if this strict diet of no TV and no movies is a good idea, it might eventually lead to a superiority complex. Or staring out windows for long periods of time.

If I am ever seen wearing the color yellow, it can be safely assumed that I am contemplating death.