190228; SHITE WORLD_GONE / MAD
inlagt av Daniel den 2019.02.28, under eget, grafik/digitalt, helt jävla sjukt, psykiatri, snabbinlägg
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THE BLACK SWAN, THOM
AND THE CONSTANT CONCERN
11:e
“This is your blind spot, blind spot/ It should be obvious, but it’s not.”
And that, ultimately, is the great preoccupation of one of our greatest poets of anxiety: a simple fear of the unknown. “People get crushed like biscuit crumbs,” he sings, and there’s nothing to be done about it. For all our human reason, we are unable to anticipate the things we really need to know.
Me (Daniel) writing:
When Albert Camus was writing about Martin Heidegger, Camus put some words to what he thought would catch Heideggers thinking. (I do not know if Heidegger himself had written or spoken about these words, but I have a feeling he had. He almost must have.)
The words were (first in English then in Swedish and then a strange translation to German).
The Constant Concern.
Det ständiga bekymret.
Die ständige Sorge.
Why do I write all this? Much of what I do with pen/camera/writing/blogging/and.other.shite comes from ”The Constant Concern”. It’s like entering the maze, kill the monster, pick up the thread but never ever find the way out.
Maybe Mr. Thom Yorke – his ZEITGEIST – Sensibility – causes pain, but causes creativity – SensibilityTheConstantConsern.
You will never ever in this world find a place that feels like home. Ah, ok, you never had that feeling. Well, then your probably blessed.
This is your blind spot, blind spot/ It should be obvious, but it’s not.
A SORT OF TRIBUTE TO MARK ROTHKO
inlagt av Daniel den 2016.06.07, under andras, bildserie, eget, grafik/digitalt, inspiration, målning/teckning
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A sort of tribute to MARK ROTHKO.
1. Radiohead; Thom, Stanley Donwood. (Amnesiac album cover.)
2. Mark Rothko. (NO 14.)
3. Daniel Johansson. By me, none other. (Untitled.)
This post has been very popular on my Tumblr blog.
I forgot about it, found it and now it exists on the MOTHER BLOG. (that was a joke.)
ARTÉ FRÖM RAd1OH3AD.KOM
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Radiohead: ”We asked some people to make short vignettes interpreting sections of our new record. First: visuals and programming by Tarik Barri – www.tarikbarri.nl.” Tariks Radiohead work is on the bottom of this post. The other 2 stills are probably done by Stanley Donwood and Thom Yorke.
More from Tarik Barrii soon.
HUNTING BEARS. PART ONE.
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young. every things open. possibility’s enormous open, it is open why does it feel like a greek tragedy why do i know what will happen when i feel so alive? snakes and ladders is a game i always have lost. they tell me to climb up. but why does it feel so good to climb down? it will be hard to come back, they say. but i wasn’t even listening.
Psychiatrists are mosquitoes and not tigers.
Swedish authors Vilhelm Ekelund and Maja Lundgren knew this.
RADIOHEADCUTAHOLE
BEARS!
KID A COVER DESIGN WALLPAPER TRIBUTE
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Feel free to download the full resolution wallpaper. Just click on the picture above and let the full picture load. Click the right button on the mouse and select ”Save picture as”. In most cases you can easily just drag the picture to your desktop.
The wallpaper is done by me, Daniel.
Some elements are done by Visual Relief.
The font is free to use.
Please watch this. It is the most beautiful video ever made. White mountains and fire in the distance.
MODESTMOUSE|THEWORLDATLARGE [JUSTLIKEME]
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A extremely sad song.
Nothing is enough.
New thoughts.
New place.
New boy-or-girlfriend.
New income.
New drug.
New philosophy.
New books.
New favourite band. ;)
New favourite song. ;)
New favourite soccer team.
New favourite soccer player.
New favourite nothing.
New ending of that which was new.
New starting for finding the new new.
My thought were so loud I couldn’t hear my mouth.
My thought were so loud I couldn’t hear my mouth.
My thought were so loud.
New dream of entering art.
nev dree m of eNter-ing the art by Stan art by Stanley Donwood beneathnedan and n3ver __COme backk .an th are © sail to the moon
THE COLLECTION OF ALL SIGHS IN ALL OF THE WORLD RIGHT NOW 151102 14:30
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Today I am so tired that I feel like I am made of sand and can be blown away any minute.
Google Translate:
Idag är jag så trött att jag känner att jag gjord av sand och kan blåsas bort någon minut.
Google Translate:
Aujourd’hui, je suis tellement fatigué que je me sens comme je suis fait de sable et peut être soufflé loin d’une minute.
Google Translate:
Heute bin ich so müde, dass ich das Gefühl, ich bin aus Sand und entfernt jede Minute eingeblasen werden.
Google Translate:
今日は私が砂で作られていますし、任意の分を吹き飛ばすことができるように私が感じるように疲れています。
***
When night came, we fell to a brooding quietude, eyeing each other with suspicion, inventing justifications for our dark feelings.
And when I looked, when people moved in front of the windows in the grey light, their shadows cast quickly clattering dark talons across the floor. This only became worse as the light faded.
I forbade them from moving, as it had become impossible to tell shadow from shadow. Or shadow from human.
The disaster was coming. That was clear.
There were shadows everywhere.
When I was at last alone, when the people were all gone, I waited for the disaster on my own.
On my own.
***
Good morning Mr Magpie, how
are you today?
Now you’ve stolen all my magic
and took my melody?
You got somme nerve coming here.
You got somme nerve coming here.
You stole it off give it back.
You stole it off give it back.
Good morning Mr Magpie,
how are you today?
You know you should but you
don’t…
You know you should but you
don’t…
Open our mouths wide.
A universal sigh.
”So why does this still hurt?”
Don’t blow your mind with why.
Why does this not add up?
Don’t let it blow your mind.
Across a great divide.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Jellyfish float by.
Your rules do not apply.
As open as the sky.
The holes we measure out.
It’s what keeps me alive.
Why does this not add up?
A spider to a fly.
A universal sigh.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Don’t blow your mind with why.
The current’s just too strong.
Don’t let it blow your mind.
Across a great divide
The words between the lines.
None of this stuff is mine.
I throw my arms wide.
Open your heart and smile.
Don’t look so serious.
No need to pull that face.
Always I’m before you.
The cards that have been dealt out.
Moving out of orbit.
Turning in somersaults.
Ours not to reason why.
I’m reeling with this feeling.
Where er’r the current flows.
Precious little time.
Distances and time.
The wind takes all the leaves.
And then it will take me.
The parts we have to play.
I cannot help but laugh.
It’s like I’ve fallen out of bed from
a long and vivid dream.
The sweetest flowered fruits were
hanging from the trees.
Falling off a giant bird that’s been
carrying me.
Like I’ve fallen out of bed from a
long and vivid dream.
Just exactly as I remember.
Every word, every gesture.
I’ve my heart in my mouth.
Like I’ve fallen out of bed from a
long and vivid dream.
Finally I’m free of all the weight
I’ve been carrying…
Slowly we unfurl as lotus flowers.
All I want is the moon upon a
stick.
Just to see what is.
Just to see what if.
I can’t kick the habit
’Just to feed your fast ballooning
head’.
”Listen to your heart!”
Good morning Mr Magpie, how
are we today?
Now you’ve stolen all my magic
and took my melody?
Don’t let it blow your mind.
Across a great divide.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Jellyfish float by.
Your rules do not apply.
As open as the sky.
The holes we measure out.
It’s what keeps me alive.
Why does this not add up?
A spider to a fly.
A universal sigh.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Don’t blow your mind with why.
The current’s just too strong.
Don’t let it blow your mind.
Across a great divide
The words between the lines.
None of this stuff is mine.
I throw my arms wide.
Open your heart and smile.
Don’t look so serious.
No need to pull that face.
Always I’m before you.
The cards that have been dealt out.
Moving out of orbit.
Turning in somersaults.
Ours not to reason why.
It’s like I’ve fallen out of bed from
a long and vivid dream.
The sweetest flowered fruits were
hanging from the trees.
Falling offf a giant bird that’s been
carrying me.
Like I’ve fallen out of bed from a
long and vivid dream.
Just exactly as I remember.
Every word, every gesture.
I’ve my heart in my mouth.
Like I’ve fallen out of bed from a
long and vivid dream.
Finally I’m free of all the weight
I’ve been carrying…
Slowly we unfurl as lotus flowers.
All I want is the moon upon a
stick.
Just to see what is.
Just to see what if.
I can’t kick the habit.
’Just to feed your fast balloning
head.’
”Listen to your heart!”
THE BEAUTY, – THE TREES, A SQUIDS EYE
21:e
Open our mouths wide.
A universal sigh.
”So why does this still hurt?”
Don’t blow your mind with why.
Why does this not add up?
Don’t let it blow your mind.
Across a great divide.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Jellyfish float by.
Your rules do not apply.
As open as the sky.
The holes we measure out.
It’s what keeps me alive.
Why does this not add up?
A spider to a fly.
A universal sigh.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Don’t blow your mind with why.
The current’s just too strong.
Don’t let it blow your mind.
Across a great divide
The words between the lines
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