KURTS SCHACHTELHAUS

The greyest, rainiest, most melancholic/peaceful Sunday you could ever imagine today.. 

Underwater Life Reflections Reflective Thinking Heideggerean Clouds

Really feeling the rainy vibe of these two early Fit & Limo tapes.

Please to open this song in a new tab and continue.. FIT & LIMO - FREIBEUTER  

Let's see what happened recently. I bought a bright yellow tire for my bike, an unexpected expense, but one that has provided me with a certain 'confidence' with which I now ride through the streets. Yesterday, not leaving the house until 7 pm, I steered my steed around the streets of Bed-Stuy, through all the areas just west of me where I don't usually go, since my pathways usually take me out either on Broadway, Atlantic/Fulton, or on the subway. It was a blissful 40 minutes or so, the dusky light and my own lack of directional intent lending the streets a novelty and mystery usually only encountered during travel.

I came upon this RIP memorial at Gates Avenue near Nostrand:

After biking through Ft. Greene Park, towards Manhattan Bridge, ending up in Chinatown (all three places seemed infected by the aura of novelty I succeeded in creating in Bed-Stuy) I sat to chomp some dim sum and read a bit. The last sentence to the "Mlle De Forcheville" chapter of The Fugitive really 'socked it to me': 

Truth and life are very difficult to fathom, and I retained of them, without really having got to know them, an impression in which sadness was perhaps actually eclipsed by exhaustion. 

Ensuing fatigue and sorrow was allayed by tequila and music (Fit & Limo, Tellah, Madrigal, Frankie Dymond, Troya, Angel Rada) at Jacob's place.

Here's some domestic collage, featuring ball pump, glasses case, kleenex, and Luis Alberto Spinetta:

Speaker, plastic cup, and deodorant:

And here's a bit of Valéry for when the sun comes back out:

A Man leaning on a stick gazed fixedly upon this scene. He could not remove his eyes from it.
     A Man said to him: "That's a long time you've been there! It's always the same thing, other people give it a glance and go."
     The Man with the stick answered him without moving: "Be quiet! I have no time for pigeons. I am observing myself observing. I hear what speaks to me, or what speaks to itself, in what I see.
     "The grain attracts the pigeons. The pigeons attract the eye. This eye pecks, bills, corners. This eye murmurs, sketches, expresses--vaguely, confusedly."

U know, as Piero says.. "LAS COSAS SE QUENTAN SOLAS / SOLO HAY QUE SABER MIRAR" 

Do you know how to look at this?