Manabu Ikeda – “Regeneration” (art inconnu)
I asked him what he was doing with a basilisk and he said that was his business.
The Name Of The Rose
Oval – Track One
Commers
Some might hear a track like this and wonder how such a confusion of noise could ever be mistaken for music. I don’t blame them. With Oval, either you hear it or you don’t – but if you do hear it, its unique beauty is without comparison.
And I could not help murmuring: “Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that lie along the side of Mount Gilead; thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate, thy neck is like the tower of David whereon there hang a thousand bucklers.” And I asked myself, frightened and rapt, who was she who rose before me like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, radiant as the sun, terribilis ut castorum acies ordinata.
The Name Of The Rose
Really, as far at least as outward appearance and behavior went, there seemed scarcely fifty gentlemen among them; and those appeared ashamed and afraid of their position. ‘Twas, indeed, as though the scum that had risen to the simmering surface of the cauldron placed over the fierce fires of revolutionary ardor had been ladled off and flung on the floor of the House of Commons.
Ten Thousand A-Year
Album art for Colin Andrew Sheffield’s Slowly (invisible birds)
What is difficulty? Only a word indicating the degree of strength requisite for accomplishing particular objects; a mere notice of the necessity for exertion; a bugbear to children and fools; only a mere stimulus to men.
Samuel Warren, Ten Thousand A-Year
