“I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum’thing has always been and always will be you. I miss you.”— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
“Out of the blue, beyond any cause you can trace, you'll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all. For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how. You'll have forgotten what granted you this awareness in the first place. [...] Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then for better or worse you'll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you've got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.”—Mark Z Danielewski, House of Leaves
a moment will come-maybe today, a month, a year, maybe even several years. you’ll be sick of feeling troubled or deeply in love or quietly uncertain or even content for the first time in your life. it won’t matter. out of the blue, beyond any cause you can trace, you’ll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all. for some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. you’ll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. worse, you’ll realize its always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. but you wont understand why or how. you’ll have forgotten what granted you this awareness in the first place. then no matter where you are, you’ll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. and then for better or worse you’ll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you’ve got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.
1.0 No light.
2.0 No humidity.
3.0 No air movement (i.e. breezes, drafts etc).
4.0 Temperature remains at 32° F ± 8 degrees.
5.0 No sounds.
5.1 Except for a dull roar which aries
intermittently, sometimes seeming
far off, sometimes sounding close
6.0 Compasses do not function there.
7.0 Walls are uniformly black with a slightly ‘ashen’ hue.
8.0 There are no windows, moldings, or other decorative elements.
9.0 Size and depth vary enormously.
9.3 No end has been found there.
10.0 The place will purge itself of all things, including any item left behind.
10.1 No object has ever been found there.
11.0 At least three people have died inside.
11.2 Only one body was recovered.
“Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.”—Mark Z. Danielewski (House of Leaves)
Don't Miss It: Biffy Clyro tour and special LA event!!
Biffy Clyro’s North American tour starts today in Washington DC at The Rock N Roll Hotel. Tomorrow they are in Philly at North Star! All my east coast friends best be checking out one of my top bands of 2010. They reside overseas so opportunities to see them are rare. Don’t miss out!
Adding to my excitement is the fact that they just added a special LA date at The Bootleg on March 2nd. This is no ordinary show but an event where the band sits down along with author Mark Z. Danielewski to discuss his book Only Revolutions and the impact it had on Biffy Clyro’s CD of the same name. I just got my ticket and I suggest you do the same if you want in on this unique event.
This event, in combination with Biffy Clyro’s show at The Troubadour on March 1st, has me shaking with anticipation. I put Only Revolutions back in my car player this morning where it will stay for the remainder of the month.
For a taste:
Download This: Acoustic "The Captain"
Coming out of my drug-induced slumber to tell you all about the acoustic version of the Biffy Clyro song, “The Captain” available for download here: http://www.magnetmagazine.com/2011/02/15/mp3-at-3pm-biffy-clyro/
It certainly brightens my day…hope it can do the same for you.
Biffy Clyro’s north american tour is underway. Their LA date at The Troubadour on March 1st is already sold out. Their special sit down with Mark Z. Danielewski to discuss the influence of his book “Only Revolutions” on their CD of the same name still has tickets available as far as I can tell. March 2nd at The Bootleg.
I’m reading House of Leaves, by Mark Z. Danielewski. Suggested by a friend. Its kind of fucked up. I like it, like demonic imagery, and dreams where I am falling. I can’t explain myself, so I will not pretend.
If our conversations aren’t inspired, I’ll kill them quickly. I am not some sort of liar. I’ll just mumble that I’m tired and tired of being alone.
But that shit’s all my fault. I’ve always been reclusive. The moment something good comes up, I push it straight away. Taabish, I suck. Taabish, I’m sorry. I hope that Boston isn’t awful, and that Canada’s the same.
And sometimes I feel like I’m on fire. Tobias Funke, why am I not underwater? And I’m always cranky when I’m tired and I’m tired of being alone and I’m reaching for the phone. Thank god you aren’t alone.
“Biffy Clyro will join author Mark Danielewski (House of Leaves) onstage at Los Angeles’ Bootleg Theater for the fifth installment of the Liner Notes series, a special event presented by SPIN, Skylight Books, and the Bootleg that unites authors and musicians for an evening of collaboration — and fundraising.”
that’s all I can say to express how excited I was when I read that