Comments for Adrian Shirk

Comment on The Tragic by Jenny

Jenny — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 02:26:18 +0000

Ah! I am so in love with love affairs. Me and the city. Plumes, dear. You forgot to mention the zit-popping and blackhead removal; that was the meat of it.

Comment on Home by david swensen

david swensen — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 18:01:27 +0000

“a misplaced sense of loyalty and obsessive equalizing sometimes divides you into pieces too small to be present, helpful, or enjoyable at any of the homes. I remember feeling this way often, as soon as I reached this awareness, from the time I was twelve onward: rushing between my parents’ houses, friends’ bedrooms, and then boyfriends’ kitchens–always grieving a lack, crying, torn. All places were lacking, nowhere was I present enough.”

you just keep taking those words right out of my damn mouth. i dont know if sweeneys told you but in light of recent events: i.e. hunter college being an asshole (my father and my mother both sent me emails in the same day to simply remind me that money did not grow on trees, and that my father is going broke making payments on a violin that is worth ten times his lifes income), revalations in the street etc… i will most likely be moving back to brooklyn for a year after this year. hope your well, miss all of you as always.

all the love I can muster from paris-

dave

Comment on A Country by slawkenbergius

slawkenbergius — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 05:34:15 +0000

Constance. – Everywhere bourgeois society insists on the exertion of the will; only love is supposed to be involuntary, the pure immediacy of the feelings. In the longing for this, which means the dispensation from labor, the bourgeois idea of love transcends bourgeois society. However by unmediatedly putting up what is true as what is universally untrue, it inverts the former into the latter. It is not merely that pure feelings, as far as they are still possible in the economically determined system, socially turn thereby into the alibi for the domination of interest and testifies to a humanity, which does not exist. But rather the involuntariness of love itself, even where it is not arranged quite practically in advance, contributes to that whole, as soon as it establishes itself as a principle. If love is supposed to portray in society a better one, then it is capable of doing so not as a peaceful enclave, but only in conscious resistance. That however requires just that moment of caprice, which the bourgeois, to who love can never be natural enough, forbids it. Love means the capacity to not allow immediacy to wither from the ubiquitous pressure of mediation, of the economy, and in such fidelity it is mediated in itself, as tenacious counter-pressure. Those who love are only those who have the energy to hold fast to love. If social advantage, sublimated, still preforms the sexual drive-impulse, causes, through a thousand shadings of what is confirmed by the social order, now this person and now that one to appear spontaneously attractive, then the attraction which has once taken root contradicts this, by persisting where the gravity of society, above all in the intrigue which is regularly taken into society’s service, does not wish it to be. The test of the feelings is whether they endure beyond the feeling through duration, even if it were only obsession. The kind which, under the appearance [Schein] of unreflective spontaneity and proud of its presumed uprightness, rely completely and utterly on what it considers to be the voice of the heart, and runs away, as soon as it no longer thinks it perceives those voices, is in such sovereign independence precisely the tool of society. Passively, without knowing it, it registers the numbers, which roll out of the roulette wheel of their interests. By betraying the beloved, it betrays itself. The command of fidelity, which society legislates, is the means of unfreedom, but only through fidelity does freedom realize its insubordination against the command of society.
- Theodor Adorno, Minima Moralia, aphorism 110

Comment on A Country by the lonely christopher

the lonely christopher — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 01:56:39 +0000

You put it much better, and in fewer words, than I managed.

Comment on Home by RAY RAY

RAY RAY — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 07:30:51 +0000

Encounters at the End of the World

Werner Herzog

2007

99 min

Comment on Silver City by Maggie

Maggie — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 03:12:48 +0000

I literally lifted my hands to the sky and cried- “Adrian was Woody Allen for Halloween!!!!!!!!”

if I call your cell phone will you pick up so we can have a short conversation? I just want to hear your voice.

Comment on Silver City by slawkenbergius

slawkenbergius — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 02:16:17 +0000

My old friend’s prepared a meal of chicken and millet,
And invited me to join him at his farmhouse.
The village is surrounded by green trees,
Blue hills slope up beyond the city wall.
The window opens onto the vegetable garden,
Where holding wine, we talk of mulberry and hemp.
We are looking forward to the autumn festival,
When I’ll return to see the chrysanthemums bloom.
- Meng Haoran, “Visiting An Old Friend On His Farm”

Comment on Midterm by Julie

Julie — Sat, 25 Oct 2008 09:48:30 +0000

“Ray Ray’s neighbor, Carol, a middleaged woman made so hallucinatory by alcohol you can’t make heads or tails of anything she says, came as well.”

i remember her. her fiancee died in a twin tower? i hushed up and respected her, if only for a moment, when she said so.

Comment on New Mexico by Jenny

Jenny — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 03:02:32 +0000

http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/photo-contest/faq

Comment on New Mexico by McKenzie

McKenzie — Tue, 14 Oct 2008 18:51:14 +0000

wow. cool.