Siúil A Rún

November 30, 2019

I really can’t tell you how bloody sad it makes me to realise that in the 21st Century United Kingdom this should be necessary. Corbyn and his mates should hang their heads in shame.


November 26, 2019

I love Paris

November 24, 2019

I love Paris every moment,
Every moment of the year.
I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris?
Because my love is near.

Cole Porter

show him what I’ve got

November 17, 2019

Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got

Lady Gaga
Poker Face

A city of fugues

November 3, 2019

Everything runs, plays, and slips away. Poetry and Music. A city of fugues without a skeleton. Melancholy with vertebrae.”

Federico García Lorca
1926 Letter to Melchor Fernández Almagro
trans. Christopher Maurer

Dear Enemy

October 24, 2019

I want to be evil

October 18, 2019


September 26, 2019

The purpose of art

September 14, 2019

I believe that the justification of art is the internal combustion it ignites in the hearts of men and not its shallow, externalized, public manifestations. The purpose of art is not the release of a momentary ejection of adrenaline but is, rather, the gradual, lifelong construction of a state of wonder and serenity. Through the ministrations of radio and the phonograph, we are rapidly and quite properly learning to appreciate the elements of aesthetic narcissism — and I use that word in its best sense — and are awakening to the challenge that each man contemplatively create his own divinity.

Glenn Gould
The Glenn Gould Reader