Voices From The Lake

'...Wisdom and poetry seek for final answers, but our human world is made of energy that never rests, never stops changing. Our world is an endless rearrangement of the same variables.
Love is the pleasure of the universe.
All feelings are variations of love or the absence of it. Love is any agreement between entities or systems....
Since we humans live in a material/energy reality, the occurence of pain is frequent and common, and enduring it is necessary for our survival.
Therefore, love is not the universal answer to all our problems, since material systems must maintain their differences from other systems.....
Feelings never lie. Emotions always tell us exactly the degree of our agreement or disagreement with others....
Agreements can be felt and known but cannot be perceived, which is why we sometimes doubt our good feelings....
To love consciousness, we must be space. To love energy, we must not only be energy, we must be synchronised energy. To love mass, we must be unconscious.'

From Thaddeus Golas' 'The Lazy Man's Guide To Enlightenment' (Gibbs Smith)

Hanif Kureshi On Thatcherism

'I never understood the elevation of greed as a political credo. Why would anyone want to base a political programme on bottomless dissatisfaction and the impossibility of happiness? Perhaps that was its appeal - the promise of luxury that in fact promoted endless work'

From P.70 of Kureshi's flawless, amoral novella 'Intimacy' (Faber & Faber)

Image is by Junku Nishimura at Anteportas

Elodie Lauten - Sunrise by FIRE RECORDS

Image And Word Stuff

Jahsonic's always worth a look. It informs us the work of Nathanael West is now in the public domain. I remember reading his books when I was digging alternative American literature a lot. It's ok stuff.

My lady’s eyes appear to be

Like brimming pools of ecstasy,

Deep wells, from which the twinkles flow

Unceasingly as on they go

To charm me with their witchery;

Mayhap an easy prey they see,

Enmeshed by their dexterity;

I can’t protest; they thrill me so—

My lady’s eyes.

Although they gaze alluringly,

Appealing with such potentcy,

Oft times in them I see a glow

Which warns me that I should go slow,

For then, you know, I really see

My lady lies!

—Rondeau by Nathanael West

I have subversively coupled this with another image which I found at I Love Graffiti. Sleep tight.