the lie and how we told it

I’ve just dug out this song from my past, from a time long ago when everyone around me didn’t think that Elliott Smith was terribly dull. (things always just pop in in my mind like that, just like an annoying add on the internet)

I associate this song with people long gone, people who used to mean something, or just with people, in general.

I also associate it somehow with Holden in Catcher In The Rye, and all his theories about friendship.

I always like to come back to a song, to feel that it has remained there, somehow, waiting for me. And I also like to find out that this song has totally changed, because of whom I become, because the perspective is so different.

This all “art” thing is so much fun.

23/10/2009 @ 17h47

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

27/09/2009 @ 14h45

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

Played 4 time(s)

“all the things i knew i didn’t know and didn’t want to know

that you told me just to tell me later

that you told me so

come floating back to me now

all the things you said you’d never say and you said anyway

the things we did and didn’t do

come floating back to me now”


I love words.

12/08/2009 @ 21h33

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Les êtres ne cessent pas de changer de place par rapport à nous. Dans la marche insensible mais éternelle du monde, nous les considérons comme immobiles dans un instant de vision, trop court pour que le mouvement qui les entraîne soit perçu. Mais nous n’avons qu’à choisir dans notre mémoire deux images prises d’eux à des moments différents, assez rapprochés cependant pour qu’ils n’aient pas changé en eux-mêmes ou du moins sensiblement, et la différence des deux images mesure le déplacement qu’ils ont opéré par rapport à nous."
— Marcel Proust, Sodome et Gomorrhe

09/08/2009 @ 10h47

Mixtape "I'm Not Done" // August 2009


Every summer i get slightly bored, and when i’m not busy playing tetris (and being terribly good at it i’m afraid), i put together mixtapes. What i like about mixtapes (well “tape”, huh) is that they define the precise mood of a precise period.

This particular one does not have any logic. Not the same type of songs, not a common theme. But somehow for me all these songs belong together.

If you find your song there, or if you’re the tycoon of a very successful major disc company, well, it all started with the best intentions.

Summer Mixtape - “I’m Not Done”

  1. Bike For Three - Can Feel Love (Anymore)
  2. Fever Ray - I’m Not Done
  3. A Sunny Day In Glasgow - Things Only I Can See
  4. Dalida’s Cat - Float
  5. The Wake - Melancholy Man
  6. Pale Saints - Sight Of You
  7. The Procedure Club - Index Finger
  8. Lilys - Threw A Day
  9. Deerhunter - Game Of Diamond
  10. The Strange Boys - No Way For A Slave To Behave
  11. Thee Oh Sees - Golden Phones
  12. Ty Segall - Lovely One
  13. Tickley Feather - Keyboard Is Drunk
  14. Television Personalities - Diary Of A Young Man
  15. Crocodiles - Sleeping With The Lord


04/08/2009 @ 1h18

I love this song cause it’s short, straight-forward, bitter and beautiful.

Velocity Girl in the middle of the dull month of july.

30/07/2009 @ 22h54

(…) Mais par ces mots mêmes, qui remettaient entre mes mains de décider de mon bonheur, ma mère m’avait mis dans cet état de doute où j’avais déjà été quand, mon père m’ayant permis d’aller à Phèdre et surtout d’être homme de lettres, je m’étais senti tout à coup une responsabilité trop grande, la peur de le peiner, et cette mélancolie qu’il y a quand on cesse d’obéir à des ordres qui, au jour le jour, vous cachent l’avenir, de se rendre compte qu’on a enfin commencé de vivre pour de bon, comme une grande personne, la vie, la seule vie qui soit à disposition de chacun de nous."
— Marcel Proust, Sodome et Gomorrhe

29/07/2009 @ 23h00

Ne vous moquez pas trop de ce jargon idéaliste, mais ce que je veux dire, c’est que j’ai beaucoup aimé la vie et que j’ai beaucoup aimé les arts. Hé bien! Maintenant que je suis un peu trop fatigué pour vivre avec les autres, ces anciens sentiments si personnels à moi que j’ai eus me semblent, ce qui est la manie de tous les collectionneurs, très précieux. Je m’ouvre à moi-même mon cœur comme une espèce de vitrine, je regarde un à un tant d’amours que les autres n’auront pas connus."
— Marcel Proust, Sodome et Gomorrhe

08/07/2009 @ 12h34

I love those bitter-sweet songs, sad and slow.

08/07/2009 @ 12h31

This is one of the things I’m obsessed with, these days. This song.
I got to listen to Fever Ray in my best friend’s car, and it sounded so special on the road, and it sounds more and more special each day.
This song is a sort of weird blend of absolute darkness and the most beautiful memories one could have. That’s how you know you’re in love.

24/06/2009 @ 15h25

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