Crater Lake, Oregon, originally uploaded by bearsgonebad.

off to crater lake, oregon now for the rest of the summer.

The Road is no tease. It is a brilliantly directed adaptation of a beloved novel, a delicate and anachronistically loving look at the immodest and brutish end of us all. You want them to get there, you want them to get there, you want them to get there — and yet you do not want it, any of it, to end.

via The Road Movie Review – Inside Movie of the Road – Esquire.

But Beirut’s music benefits from an open borders world. In the unworldly way that a college-aged kid can question the inherent language of sound and centuries deep weavings of a geographically-specific culture, Condon has fused nations through his singular, absorbent quest for rich sound. It’s not a small task for anyone, but maybe it’s not an impossible one for someone who doesn’t have enough experience with life’s failures to stop him from trying.

via The FADER – FADER 60: Beirut Cover Story – Features .

Surely this is the worst part of being at the mercy of your own mind, especially when that mind lists toward the despondent at the first sign of gray: the fact that there is no way out of the reality of being you, a person who is forever noticing the grime on the bricks, the flaws in the friends — the sadness that runs under the skin of things, like blood, beginning as a trickle and ending up as a hemorrhage, staining everything. It is a sadness that no one seems to want to talk about in public, at cocktail-party sorts of places, not even in this Age of Indiscretion. Nor is the private realm particularly conducive to airing this kind of implacably despondent feeling, no matter how willing your friends are to listen. Depression, truth be told, is both boring and threatening as a subject of conversation. In the end there is no one to intervene on your behalf when you disappear again into what feels like a psychological dungeon — a place that has a familiar musky smell, a familiar lack of light and excess of enclosure — except the people you’ve paid large sums of money to talk to over the years. I have sat in shrinks’ offices going on four decades now and talked about my wish to die the way other people might talk about their wish to find a lover.

via Magazine Preview – A Journey Through Darkness – My Life With Chronic Depression – NYTimes.com.

The sadness that runs under the skin of things, like blood, beginning as a trickle and ending up as a hemorrhage, staining everything. Beautiful, apt.

i am not living my life with enough feeling. i have become a judge, a book of rules, heartless and fair. they have taught me how to sit for hours on end. they have taught me never to shoot my gun. they have taught me responsibility and remorse as concepts but not how to feel them. i have learned my place in the order but i do not own it. each day the sun passes overhead with more feeling than i can imagine. the sunset a foreign romance. a story distant from their tanned skin. i will apologize and not mean it to avoid conflict. peace and justice are their words, the empty vessels of war and injustice, the water alive and human. they shut us into one-windowed rooms and tell us to go free. they want me to believe their numbers and graphs instead of my own eyes. they want me to stop my words in my mouth and run them through a security gate.

altered books.

Nike Presents Onwards by James Jarvis | Hypebeast.

This is amazing and great.

Born like this
Into this
As the chalk faces smile
As Mrs. Death laughs
As the elevators break
As political landscapes dissolve
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey
As the sun is masked
We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes
Born into this
Walking and living through this
Dying because of this
Muted because of this
Castrated
Debauched
Disinherited
Because of this
Fooled by this
Used by this
Pissed on by this
Made crazy and sick by this
Made violent
Made inhuman
By this
The heart is blackened
The fingers reach for the throat
The gun
The knife
The bomb
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god
The fingers reach for the bottle
The pill
The powder
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness
We are born into a government 60 years in debt
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt
And the banks will burn
Money will be useless
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets
It will be guns and roving mobs
Land will be useless
Food will become a diminishing return
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many
Explosions will continually shake the earth
Radiated robot men will stalk each other
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms
Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s playground
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night
Trees will die
All vegetation will die
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men
The sea will be poisoned
The lakes and rivers will vanish
Rain will be the new gold
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition
The petering out of supplies
The natural effect of general decay
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
Born out of that.
The sun still hidden there
Awaiting the next chapter.

- Charles Bukowski

Oddly enough, Doom has inspired me to write poetry. You could read most of his lyrics in a poetry class and everyone would acclaim him as one of the finest modern day poets. He hasn’t just invented his own way of rapping, he’s invented a new way of looking at the english language.

via YouTube – DOOM – Gazzillion ear (Born like this – 2009).

Fateful year for the planet.