Vija Celmins, Galaxy, (one of a set of four lithographs), 1975 [Tate, London]

Joan Jett photographed by Brad Elterman 1977

We wait and think and doubt and hate. How does it make you feel? The overwhelming feeling is rage. We hate ourself for being unable to be other than what we are. Unable to be better. We feel rage. The feelings must be followed. It doesn't matter whether you're an ideologue or a sensualist, you follow the stimuli thinking that they're your signposts to the promised land. But they are nothing of the kind. What they are is rocks to navigate the past, each on your brush against, ripping you a little more open and they are always more on the horizon. But you can't face up to the that, so you force yourself to believe the bullshit of those you instinctively know are liars and you repeat those lies to yourself and to others, hoping that by repeating them often and fervently enough you'll attain the godlike status we accord those who tell the lies most frequently and most passionately. But you never do, and even if you could, you wouldn't value it, you'd realise that nobody believes in heroes any more. We know that they only want to sell us something we don't really want and keep from us what we really do need. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe we're getting in touch with our condition at last. It's horrible how we always die alone, but no worse than living alone.

Chungking Express (1994), dir by Wong Kar-Wai.



On 13 March 1974, a drunken Sam Peckinpah caused a commotion during the American Film Institute’s celebration of James Cagney, when he began heckling Jack Lemmon. Peckinpah later got into a fight with a bartender at the event and had to be physically removed from the proceedings.

According to friend Kris Kristofferson, Peckinpah had been sober until the day before the AFI event, but began drinking and Kristofferson begged him to “pace himself.”

🇮🇹 The Italian airforce gives a big emotional lift to their nation with Pavarotti singing Nessun Dorma (let no one sleep) and where lyrics say venceremos (we will overcome). They have their planes dramatically facing and overpowering the single plane (virus) with their National Flag! @COVID19Up

Fallen Angels, Wong Kar Wai, 1995

Keep in the darkness and need to die
To see my face and collapse in red
Everyday I'm loosing time, reading my brain
And collapse in red

Keep in the darkness and need to die
To see my face and collapse in red
Everyday while I'm coming home, I see you again
Collapsing in red

Something wrong
Liberty was hard
But Sunday everything's okay
All systems intact
On your chest

Rachel Goswell - Slowdive - CBGB April 7, 1994

A depressive man standing by a country pond in the pouring rain - not helping his state of mind (1869)

Never quite as it seems

When you woke up this morning everything you had was gone. By half past ten your head was going ding-dong. Ringing like a bell from your head down to your toes, like a voice telling you there was something you should know. Last night you were flying but today you’re so low – ain’t it times like these that make you wonder if you’ll ever know the meaning of things as they appear to others; wives, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers. Don’t you wish you didn’t function, wish you didn’t think beyond the next paycheck and the next little drink? Well you do so make up your mind to go on, ’cos when you woke up this morning everything you had was gone.