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“Under peaceful conditions the militant man attacks himself.” — Nietzsche

R.I.P. Jason Molina

Jason Molina has been my biggest artistic hero. The man had a career full of evolution and everything he released was always amazing. I can't think of any other musician that I could say that about. I have never been so bummed when someone I didn't personally know has died. Luckily, he put out a ton of music, but I honestly believe you can't have enough of Jason Molina out there. I am 100% serious when I say that in my humble opinion he was the greatest musician who has ever lived. The last two days I have been reading tons of internet comments about Jason and I seriously couldn't find one snarky/shitty comment about him or his music (not that I was looking for them). Like I said, I never met him, but I think the way people speak about him shows how amazing of a person he was. If you have never heard of Jason Molina, please look his music up under these names, Magnolia Electric Co., Songs Ohia photo by Chris Bennett

things from today....

"We now view landscape photographs, both past and present, much like the shadows on the walls of Plato’s cave. They are artifacts of what we think we know about the land, and how we have come to know it." -Mark.Klett

Shadow

Been busy. Feels like I am free falling, but there are branches to grab at. I just need to reach out for one.

90 Minutes

90 minutes, Salvation Mountain, Niland California, January 9th, 2013

Susan Sontag - On Photography

"Needing to have reality confirmed and experience enhanced by photographs is an aesthetic consumerism to which everyone is now addicted. Industrial societies turn their citizens into image-junkies: it is the most irresistible form of mental pollution." S.Sontag

There Will Be Distance

tonight's attitudes all seem to fit the occasion most occasions are plain but now you have a well designed attack by dividing what you say with your eyes with what you say in the end we know there will be no words to indicate who we were tonight. how even my blood hurts to see you go, and hangs on to my heart while you're still here. reluctantly letting memory burn, and reluctantly allowing even a modest pulse through. first we will suffer real despair, then a willing decline down to where we're darkest. where we both know certain things. it could all be inevitable. or just that some things fail on first attempts. but attempts are never final. there are only final results in economy. and final results in waste. and final results in patience. and final results in work. the rest is unknown. i've never aimed at the future, or tried to evoke truth or direction out of what i had. but now, i know. there will be distance. wonder what can that mean, there will be distance. and is it cold there? is it chronic? or will anxiety have some role? and will they all need introductions? distance meet anxiety, anxiety meet the cold. the thing is still, that you will be gone. and i will have to leave the lights on so you can see to go. wonder what that could mean there will be distance distance meet anxiety anxiety meet the cold distance meet anxiety anxiety meet the cold The thing is still you will be gone and i'll have to leave the lights on so you can see to go