"…the idea that an unfavourable influence exerted upon a man’s personal life by the times in which he lives may even extend to his physical organism."

Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain

Julianna Barwick - The Harbinger x Kate Chopin’s The Awakening

The water of the Gulf stretched out before her, gleaming with the million lights of the sun. The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude. All along the white beach, up and down, there was no living thing in sight. A bird with a broken wing was beating the air above, reeling, fluttering, circling disabled down, down to the water.

Edna had found her old bathing suit still hanging, faded, upon its accustomed peg.

She put it on, leaving her clothing in the bath-house. But when she was there beside the sea, absolutely alone, she cast the unpleasant, pricking garments from her, and for the first time in her life she stood naked in the open air, at the mercy of the sun, the breeze that beat upon her, and the waves that invited her.

How strange and awful it seemed to stand naked under the sky! how delicious! She felt like some new-born creature, opening its eyes in a familiar world that it had never known.


“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.

And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.” 

- Albert Camus

memory as a rend in the land

as glacier or

promontory striking

into the sea like

knife through flesh slowly



then heal and cover

with dirt drying up

under sun for decades

to run on with hardened heels

and give birth to new

as the earth does

Uh oh, uh oh


Eamonn Marra: Friendship Is Magic. Wellington, April 2014. 

This is a doco I made about my flatmate, comedian Eamonn Marra. 

This is a really good doco. If Eamonn Marra comes to Melbourne and does comedy i will definitely go see that comedy.

(via yourjokesarealwaysbad)

been waking up with headaches

"Mozart tossed in his grave; Glass wears a hangdog face; Kanye compares himself to God."


"Thinking begins in vagueness, in what is unclear and diffuse."

Janet Sayers

'And I Need Sunny Days' by Daniel Danger 

'And I Need Sunny Days' by Daniel Danger 

"Art, for the moment, is our favourite child and we sprinkle money on it as if we were watering a wilting plant, expecting it to fruit and multiply."

Sam Mahon 

"We cut down through the secret plantation path, variegated with cool shadows and warm pools of milky sun. We pause, breath held, the air thick-scented and motionless between the shouldering trees. Everything is magnified as in the middle of night. The small breeze rasping in the tops, a cone cracking open like a rifle shot, the heart’s beating. The feral breath of air coming up from the sun-baked river boulders below."

Sam Mahon in ‘The Year of the Horse’ (via thestreetsarefilledwithforests).

I want to swim in a river.