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“This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.” — Oscar Wilde’s tomb
Mr. Misery
by Liam Gowing
Haunted by troubling memories, Elliott Smith spent the last years of his life trying to beat a debilitating drug addiction and pouring out his heart to anyone who would listen. Now, for the first time since the singer/songwriter’s mysterious death, the people who knew him best in those years open up about the demons that Smith battled to the end.
Things did not look good for Elliott Smith in August 2001. If you were in the crowd the night that the acclaimed singer/songwriter headlined Los Angeles’ Sunset Junction Street Fair and didn’t know any better, you might of thought he was a blind man who was in danger of getting lost on his way up the steps to the stage. He was pale and thin and so stooped over, it looked as though he’d just landed on some distant planet where the gravity was so intense that it required a Herculean effort to simply stand erect. As he sat down and cradled his guitar in his lap, Smith raised his right hand to strike the strings, then dropped it onto the instrument as if he had, at that very moment, fallen asleep. “I’m sorry,” he called out after train-wrecking most of the first half of his set. “I can’t remember the words. I’m so f—-ed up.”
POET BREATHE NOW
Adam Gottlieb delivers an amazing poem and presentation. via Samantha Melissa
RIP: Maurice Sendak, at 83: Maurice Sendak, the beloved author and illustrator of Where The Wild Things Are, has died after complications from a recent stroke. He was 83.
Sendak won nearly every major book award, including the Caldecott Medal,considered the Pulitzer Prize of children’s book illustration. He had lived with his partner, Eugene Glynn, for 50 years before Glynn’s death in 2007.
Watch an excerpt from the documentary Tell Them Anything You Want: A Portrait of Maurice Sendak here.
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Grim Colberty Tales with Maurice Sendak Pt. 2
Grim Colberty Tales with Maurice Sendak Pt. 1
In dreams, emotions are overwhelming.The Science of Sleep (2006)
“When I look up at the night sky, and I know that, yes, we are part of this Universe, we are in this Universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the Universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up—many people feel small, because they’re small and the Universe is big, but I feel big, because my atoms came from those stars.” - Neil DeGrasse Tyson [x]
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the time of the tragic man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is a wristwatch telling the time of the talkative man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is a sailor wearing the watch that tells the time of the honored man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the roadstead all of board reached by the sailor wearing the watch that tells the time of the old, brave man that lies in the house of Bedlam. These are the years and the walls of the ward, the winds and clouds of the sea of board sailed by the sailor wearing the watch that tells the time of the cranky man that lies in the house of Bedlam.
Growing is Forever by Jesse Rosten
Filmed in the redwood forests of Northern California (Humboldt County).
Sage Advice of the Day: Henry Rollins, the relentlessly outspoken hardcore music icon — the Black Flag bearer of modern punk, if you will — recently participated in a “Letters to a Young American” project. What follows is an excerpt from Part 1 and Part 2.
“You’ll find in your life that sometimes your great ambitions will be momentarily stymied, thwarted, marginalized by those who were perhaps luckier; come from money; had more doors opened; where college was a given, not a student loan; it was something that dad paid for; where an ease and confidence in life was almost a birthright. Where for you, it was a very hard climb. … That happens all the time.
Just because you come from nothing, you must not let that be something that holds you back.”
Poignant, and more relevant than ever.