Appropo real talk... or why i deactivated facebook?

"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by

madness, starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn

looking for an angry fix,

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly

connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night.."

-excerpt from Allen Ginsberg's Howl

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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by brevity, over-connectedness, emotionally starving for attention, dragging themselves through virtual communities at 3 am, surrounded by stale pizza and neglected dreams, looking for angry meaning, any meaning, same hat wearing hipsters burning for shared and skeptical approval from the holographic projected dynamo in the technology of the era, who weak connections and recession wounded and directionless, sat up, micro-conversing in the supernatural darkness of Wi-Fi-enabled cafes,

-excerpt from "Tweet" by Oyl Miller

Sound Scapes

A far off acquaintance turned me onto Céleste Boursier Mougenot.
This is one his sound installations:



some of the others I really enjoyed are his bowls in pools & piano keyboard. Lovely & simple, but the juxtaposition is strong.