(Source: chainsawhands)
And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son ?
And what’ll you do now my darling young one ?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my songs well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Bob Dylan - “A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall”
Bootleg Series Volume 9: The Witmark Demos 1962-1964
(Source: trappedintime)
So don’t you.
Break.
Don’t break my dreams.
Amazing, stifled-sob inducing, true.
Click the photo above to have a past/future moment with Arcade Fire.
via A Cup of Jo.
Reverse Graffiti.
Paul Curtis takes negative space to a grand scale by reverse scrubbing walls and roadsides, selectively restoring the original material behind the filth into beautiful landscapes. The article by Neil Coppen goes on to describe additional reverse graffiti projects throughout the world.
Lying on his back, watching the passing clouds, he worried over the Nathaniel Hawthorne lookalike’s role in this grim threesome.
(Dwell magazine, November 2009)
I couldn’t resist a double reblog. This one’s too good.
Trapped by the tawny palette, he struggled through yet another brown knit scarf.
I’ve often thought the people featured in Dwell appeared to be experiencing some sort of malaise. I’m glad someone agreed and created a hilarious blog devoted to it.
Love the way I love....
A pragmatic romantic says goodbye to his lover.
Perhaps my blog is simply becoming a McSweeney’s fan blog? Ah well..



