Monday, June 21, 2010

21 June

I can't think and I can't write. I can, however, sing. Foer says that music is the "anti-word". It is rather a refuge from language, which in turn abolishes organized thought, which in turn abolishes organized emotion.

When the heart has a heavy weight upon it, it hardly matters whether the weight be of gold or of lead; when, at any rate, happiness passes into that place in which it becomes identical with pain, a man may admit that the reign of wisdom is temporarily suspended.
-Henry James, The American

Little Lion Man (Mumford & Sons)
Vagabond (Wolfmother)
Rise Up (Diane Birch)
Quelqu'un M'a Dit (Carla Bruni)
Dance Anthem of the 80s (Regina Spektor)
World Spins Madly On (The Weepies)

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