Joy Division, Transmission
who says you can rock out even if you’ve got epilepsy! modern life is but a dance to the sound of the radio. here’s to the band that is perhaps the closest to what ‘original’ can signify. ian curtis is remembered here. love the way he just loses himself to his music - in that moment of performance, what was vulnerable was merely given up to the atmosphere of others. he died a little everytime he danced on stage, but he gave us so much more in return.
![strangewood:
“Rule #5: Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery—celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: It’s not where you take things from—it’s where you take them to.”
Jim Jarmusch, born 59 years ago today.
[The Golden Rules]
love that piece of aphorism from godard.](http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly7p6brAiq1qf7r5lo1_500.jpg)
“Rule #5: Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery—celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: It’s not where you take things from—it’s where you take them to.”
Jim Jarmusch, born 59 years ago today.
love that piece of aphorism from godard.
(via fuckyeahdirectors)
i won’t pretend to say that we were chums or friends, but one of my school-mate (the vocalist for Riot !n Magenta) made it to the guardian’s list of music around the world. so a shout-out to local (‘indie’) music in singapore i guess. pretty cool if you ask me!
well i’m no expert in the arena of tron, but this is one that has a kind of electronic-lounge sound to it? and i guess the title reflects pretty much the digital culture we’re soaked in - which alludes to the nature of the sound itself, no? bah, enough of my babble. listen to it for yourself.
check out the song “CTRL” here
which reminds me, the great spy experiment sophomore album is long overdue!
Beirut, Rhineland (Heartland)
Life, life is alright on the Rhine.
No, but I know, but I know
I would have nowhere to go.
No, but there’s nowhere to go.
at the annual gathering of the family over at gramp’s
aunt: what are you studying again?
me: english literature.
aunt: orh, so you want to be a teacher? or are you going to be a writer? (chuckles)
me: erm, no. not really. i’ll probably be going on for masters or something. film studies.
cousin: wah, you want to be a film director huh?! (slightly mockingly)
me: no? anyway, erm what are you studying?
cousin: business.
me: oh, so you wanna be a businessman?
an awkward silence bleeds over our shoulders.
as the annual fanfare of chinese new year draws nearer - disturbingly so - so does the awkward round of questions: mothers measure the futures of their sons and daughters against the products of other mothers, trying to ascertain if their investments were well on their way of paying off. a round of stock-taking. vicarious lives on display. possibilities traded away in the chatter.
and as the sessions of mahjong begins, so does the calculations: dreams dreamt long ago are slowly tossed into the pile, as mothers and fathers try their luck at finding the winning combination.
‘singapore’ is dreaming, and she is going gaga over the red packets. at the end of the visitations, it’s time to calculate if she has made a loss or a gain this year.
huat is it that you really want in those red packets of yours?
I was raised up believing, I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you can see
And now after some thinking, I’d say I’d rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me
But I don’t, I don’t know what that would be
I’d get back to you someday soon you’ll see
— Fleet Foxes, Helplessness Blues
— Wim Wenders & Peter Handke, Wings of Desire/Der Himmel über Berlin
2011: waking dreams
memories.
zagreb | postojna | ljubljana | belgrade | budapest | berlin | cuenca | krakow
minolta x-300. holga. various films.
kenneth is a blabbering idiot who wastes his parents' money by attending a course in the verbosity that is known to others as english literature. what better way to waste his youth.
that said, he does not speak nor write as well as he wishes to. so he tries to compensate this sometimes by taking lousy photos. analogue photography speaks to him more personally because of the sense of efficacy he gets out of it. and happy accidents with film could always be used to pass off as artistic gift/guise.
forgive him if he talks too much. thinking too much is yet another of his shortfalls. but unfortunately that came free when his mother purchased him off the counter.
