mandag den 27. februar 2012

somewhere far far away

On Powdered Ground by Agnes Obel on Grooveshark
her er smukt overalt

"This strong old blizzard
 I will let it blow
 to undiscovered places
underneath the snow"

fredag den 24. februar 2012


Bronnie Ware is an Australian nurse who spent several years working in palliative care, caring for patients in the last 12 weeks of their lives. She recorded their dying epiphanies in a blog called Inspiration and Chai, which gathered so much attention that she put her observations into a book called The Top Five Regrets of the Dying.

Ware writes of the phenomenal clarity of vision that people gain at the end of their lives, and how we might learn from their wisdom. "When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently," she says, "common themes surfaced again and again."

Here are the top five regrets of the dying, as witnessed by Ware.

1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

2. I wish I hadn't worked so hard.

3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

tirsdag den 21. februar 2012

I am feeling very warm right now
Please don't disappear
I am spacing out with you
You are the most beautiful entity that I've ever dreamed of

lørdag den 4. februar 2012

This Era

We Will Always Be by Brother Ali on Grooveshark

"Deep down in the basement the curls of smoke choke as they toke,
inhaling infidelity, rhymes and rhythms, metaphoric prehistoric jism.
An intake of underground sounds and leaves of a dope kind while the DJ twists to rewind,
 scra-scr-scra-scratch and ri-rip this shit,
MCs grab the mic kickin' freestyles rhyming one hundred miles a minute,
vocals eclipsing ridiculously dope beats and they are blind to the signs that the rhyme combined with the mind connects them to their feminine side,
The groove slips between their thighs and makes their hips wide like mine,
as Mother Hip Hop places her eternal child inside,
Something impossible to see through these jaded eyes,
as she slides into masculinity, masturbating with their climactic virginity,
Intrinsically, kinetically, genetically redefining their DNA,
So when the archaologists dig up the past they will say "These homosapiens are from the era of hip hop days,
And they will take the bones and play rhythms that were lost on records and cassettes,
Some will dance to remember and some will dance to forget,
Because even then, no one will truly see all the hows and whys of when and where we came to be,
And they will try to recapture the rapture and velocity that left with the flesh of the hip hop fiends,
They will find curvatures in the bones of MCs hands, learning their dominant, prominant stance,
Reminants of baggy pants will leave fibers of a culture that swims in eternity and they will take relics and try to sell it,
Promising that the vibe is still alive and that it will make them feel free,
Jazz, beats and blue sweets will make our primal sex rituals indescrete,
And the sounds of distorted, contorted scratches sampling styles will echo in the inner ear of a famous DJs great great great great grandchild,
And they will uncover villages of spirituality redeeming them from their new world's fallacys,
And they will gather the dust of incense sticks to see if it might fill them with peace,
And back here, right here, right now, we will always be, creating rhymes, and time, in our history."

torsdag den 2. februar 2012


Here & Now by RJD2 on Grooveshark