Angel of History

A Klee drawing named “Angelus Novus” shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe that keeps piling ruin upon ruin and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.

Walter Benjamin - On the Concept of History

Frankfurt was heavy but man, this guy was depressed. All melancholic and that. Turn your back on the past, Walter.

Adorno, your next.

swung from the gutters

Grown man business

I N F I N I T Y G I R L F R I E N D S

Prettay, Prettay good.....

Following on from an earlier post about the new Curb' series I found this, a rather charming interview with the particularly beige Letterman. Larry David asked his dad for pocket money at 25.

Curb Your Enthusiasm - Statue of Liberty - Season 8

Now. Whilst at risk of typecasting the writers of this site as the kind of self loathing guys who lack social skills outside of conversations that involve the National Geographic or the latest Warp release, I must alert you to the new Curb Your Enthusiasm poster.

Pun Library: The Horse Set

This contributor likes puns. Who doesn't? I know I do.

Here is a conversational piece that should serve as a handy list of puns that utilize 'The Horse Set' which include subtle hints of the 'Jangle Guitar Set'.

To contextualize, the pun-off started with the posting of this video (a version of The Rolling Stones 'Wild Horses' by The Sundays, who were a seminal 80's jangle pop band.)




/ The Horse Set /


A punner - well jangle


B Punner - why the long face?


B punner - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xyix3xdRd3Y


B punner - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24EmAzNpAMQ


C punner - quit stallion and post more


B punner - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxygqSTO1lQ


C punner - good good. Patti's voice sounds a little horse on that recording


B punner - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3yiZGSeTZg


B punner - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVAUnKK1DdQ


C punner - that's a good un. The rest is just...

...WINDOW DRESSAGE


B punner - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tLu5xw58NgQ

C punner that's making me feel a bit unstable


B punner - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H8uHVVq10B8


C punner there's a good version of that by Horse Andy


C punner - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QL4I7cGZEEA]


B punner - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yQjHkoDip0


C punner - that one's whinnieing so far


B punner - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVKBqFeo39w


C punner - good find. I bet you're paddocking yourself on the back.

(me neither)

C punner - don't be filly, it was terrible


B punner - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfxngih56bw


B punner - black horsecow


C punner - foalish suggestion


B punner - i cant find the burt bacharach one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8G1uA7MxUU


B punner - anyway, tis a good one to end on. high time this thread was


B punner - put

B punner - out


B punner - to


B punner - ‎......pasture


C punner - it's been fun, how saddle be to see it end. Don't let the gait hit you on the way out. You canter ase any of this btw, it's all gold.


B punner - ill get off my high horse and give you my word: I wont delete.


B punner - and that's right from the horses mouth


C punner - good, it's best to handle these things with equineimity


B punner - indeed. one wouldnt want to be to hasty and put the cart before the horse, so to speak


C punner -yeah, you'll only stirrup alot of trouble in the long run


A punner - Hope you don't mind me chiming in but quit horsing around you two....


B punner - well, i dont know about that. i can lead a horse to water, but i cant make him drink


C punner - stop being so shellfish


C punner - shit, wrong pun set


B punner - doesnt matter. we're flogging a dead horse now anyway


C punner - that is the mane point to remember


A punner - Surely this has gone on furlong enough.


C punner - yeah i was quite saddled with work so needed something to stop me bridle-ing with anger. But hay, it's turned into quite a slip-shod affair now so we should stop the neighsaying and let this be a discussion halter.

(aythangyu)

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Innocent horse-play really but useful all the same.

Stay mindful.

STORY IDEAS FOR THE DOUBLE ONE

The following were found in an ancient tome and translated by witches with teeth as coal-black as a dying nuclear sun:

"look you stupid oaf! i have permission to dig here!". stupid oaf, cloaked in black, leaves. unameable horror unleashed on the norfolk coast.

homeless man sleeps by graves at night seeking solace; terrible whispers fortell a dream untold by mortal tounge

ukyio-e samurai cloud gate guardian motherfucker boss captain

land of jellies, slimes and oozes beset w/ glittering caves, quartz beaches and mountains of blackest obsidian

spectral forests. wind thru trees presents frightening Wagnerian chorus to unbelievers.

man stumbles upon mass grave and takes on the aspect of a vengeful wolf

bro discovers open tomb thru crack in time-forgotten polytechnic library wall whilst looking for book on business studies. forgotten treasure? or ill-protected den of nameless, tentacled fish god from seas last traveled in the 1500's?

transcendence

"Tucked into the breast of this body, where its heart once beat, is the soul of Remedios the Beauty, a young woman from a small village in Colombia. When she was alive, Remedios the Beauty used to drive men mad with the sweetness of her scent, part orange, part cinnamon. Sometimes she wandered her house unclothed and sometimes she shaved her head because deciding which dress to wear or how to comb her hair seemed too much trouble. One day while hanging sheets, Remedios the Beauty began rising into the air. Her feet left the ground and she lifted away from earth. She became smaller and smaller until she was the size of a pearl. Then she disappeared altogether. No one ever saw her again. The chronicler who originally told her tale claimed she had ascended to heaven, but in reality she had ascended into a minute rip in the fabric of space and time that appeared that morning as an unmoving white smear of cloud in the otherwise flawless sky, and she ended up here. When she dreams, as she is doing now, Remedios the Beauty will spend eternity scrambling through a lightless void that, depending on the season, is sometimes too warm and sometimes too cold, believing this is what paradise must feel like."