Diagonalization

fuckyeahexistentialism:

“For the moment, the jazz is playing; there is no melody, just notes, a myriad of tiny tremors. The notes know no rest, an inflexible order gives birth to them then destroys them, without ever leaving them the chance to recuperate and exist for themselves…. I would like to hold them back, but I know that, if I succeeded in stopping one, there would only remain in my hand a corrupt and languishing sound. I must accept their death; I must even want that death: I know of few more bitter or intense impressions.”

Jean-Paul Sartre

Just finished reading Nausea, never finished listening to Miles.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Thek

Unexpectedly ran into a Paul Thek meat piece (look em up) at Minneapolis’s art museum this past week.  Reminded me of how much I prefer/adore his newsprint paintings.