paz lenchantin, argentinian born bassist of the entrance band. beautiful, soulful, mesmerizing.
charles r. jackson's the lost weekend. this is a still from the movie, but it's the book that got me- what an account of alcoholic desperation, loneliness, creative desire and failure.
kerouac. always inspirational, but currently desolation angels is really getting to me. his urgent tangled prose and wild existential declarations stir up dormant nomadic desires.
others:
evasion. hate it, love it, but somewhere among the protagonist's affected rejection of all things capitalistic i feel a connection to that lack of interest in the traditional life path. i can feel myself helplessly journeying farther into "career" and can't seem to remember when that first decision was made. [in the same thought i know it's no accident; only i have put myself here and only i can make a change]. i don't think this is negativity in the present, no, it's more of a desire to move out of this stasis into variety and creativity.
dominion. i'm not sure if i've gotten into veganism on this blog yet, but i'm sure if you've seen me lately it's been discussed. this book was one of the things that nudged me into making the decision to live more compassionately. human consumption of resources has become so harmful; our mass existence on this earth is destructive beyond my comprehension. veganism's inherent simplicity and care feels so right for me; the beauty in cooking with natural, fresh, animal-product free foods is constantly exciting, more than any engineered, processed concoction will ever be. [don't knock it till you've tried it. come over and i'll cook you dinner!]
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