Wonderful crests with uncommon English mottoes – Armorial Families (1929)
‘Heed with speed’ ~ ‘I byde my time’ ~ ‘Watch and ward’ ~ ‘Live to live’ ~ ‘I will’ ~ ‘On’

Kid Loco – “Cocaine Diana”
Kill Your Darlings

A college-era download (recommended by god knows who) comes up on shuffle now and then and sends me down memory lane, scrambling to think of the good times I had when this track was cutting edge. Well, it never really was, but it’s a warm, pleasant guitar/electronic track with a couple great moments that guarantee it’ll be sticking around on my playlist for another 12 or 13 years at least.

Few words have more than one literal and serviceable meaning, however many metaphorical, derivative, related, or even unrelated, meanings lexicographers may think it worth while to gather from all sorts and conditions of men, with which to bloat their absurd and misleading dictionaries. This actual and serviceable meaning–not always determined by derivation, and seldom by popular usage–is the one affirmed, according to his light, by the author of this little manual of solecisms. Narrow etymons of the mere scholar and loose locutions of the ignorant are alike denied a standing.

Ambrose Bierce, Write It Right

Say not ‘This is the truth’ but
‘So it seems to me to be
as I now see the things I think I see.’

Inscription above Officers’ School in Kiel (tr. David Love)

Jack Northover – “?”
Spirit of Talk Talk

This album of tributes and covers has a lot of great tracks and interesting takes on Talk Talk’s work (including an excellent one by Do Make Say Think) but this one caught my ear with its creaky yet vibrant tone. I hadn’t heard of Jack Northover and his own compositions are hard to find, but he certainly has a knack for this bittersweet sound. (site)

There are eyes everywhere. There is no blind spot left.“

"But what shall we dream of when everything becomes visible?”

“We’ll dream of being blind.

Paul Virilio (and interviewer)

Henry Hillinick – Matte for “Forbidden Planet” (1955)

When it came to such a pitch as this, she was not able to refrain from a start, or a heavy sigh, or even from walking about the room for a few seconds; and the only source whence any thing like consolation or composure could be drawn, was in the resolution of her own better conduct, and the hope that, however inferior in spirit and gaiety might be the following and every future winter of her life to the past, it would yet find her more rational, more acquainted with herself, and leave her less to regret when it were gone.

Jane Austen, Emma (a magnificent sentence)

Birger Sandzen – In The Nevada Desert (1917)

Gustave Moreau – Hercules and the Hydra (1876)