Saturday, 18 August 2012

unveiled behaviors

There's no such thing as knowledge - just unawareness. Voluntary  unawareness.

Friday, 6 April 2012

Its all about to change

"As a long-time friend and collaborator with Deerhunter’s Bradford Cox, Lockett Pundt’s lean towards melancholic guitar mood pieces is totally understandable. Indeed, that guitar work is what comes across as the strongest feature of ‘Spooky Action At A Distance’ – tricky arpeggios and impeccably crafted feedback combine to create bleary, Kurt-Vile-esque smokescapes. Inherently, there is an anthemic quality to much of Pundt’s writing, too, though he cleverly filters it; partly with his dreamily opaque guitar work, and partly with his innate sense for when to check short of a boisterous crescendo. An impressive lesson in subtlety, class and restraint."

Saturday, 10 March 2012

what happened to you?

Today a friend told me: "you make your own dreams impossible by allowing fear to grow bigger than faith."  It's a well known idea that the true and full value of things is only visible when you lose them. Obviously this knowledge comes far too late. Like an anxious baby bird jumping off his high nest - he thought he could fly - but he couldn't, although he was meant to one day.

Sunday, 19 February 2012

Letter to the gods

What is this?
The cleaning process as begun.
All my selfishness is brought out to the open wide and it's there in my landscape were I cannot avoid to see it. But I did thank to all the gods for that. For what I’ve become, for all the superficial mud I had to get rid off for my own sake. And here I am, standing beneath my own cross, ready for my crucifixion, and saying my praises to the gods for this wonderful chance they've decided to give me once again.
There's a time for everything in life. And maybe there is a life for every time and everything. 
My own conception of happiness deludes me as my joy ends up living somewhere else. It's a win-win situation, my visions can be nothing more than the tool, one that keeps pushing me forward and concentrating all my thoughts and feelings in one large dense light. What astonish me is that it keeps growing and how humble, and at the same time, proud, I can feel for that. How grateful I am for my own naivety and childishness! I'm getting close to myself and my conscience vibrates, it becomes lightweight although its carrying the world on its back.
I'm becoming what matters.
It's becoming easier and easier to put myself to bleed as it became easy to laugh and dive straight head-first into joy.
It's time to condensate again.
I've always wanted to know, I was thirsty all my life. Every inch of me has struggle to get deeper and higher.
I'm fearless. There is something powerful inside myself. And it has no regard for my own life. Existence wont matter without it so I've surrender.  I'm driven by it and I let myself go even if I have no idea where it leads.
Purification or death. There was no lost time. Whatever my mission is, whatever comes, it doesn't matters anymore as long as I keep letting myself be driven by this invisible hand. I reckon it's your hand.
For I am you and you are everything.