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The Smiths - The Queen is Dead (1986)

by Arthur Viera

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(Pet Shop Boys, Only The Dark, Hotspot)

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What I’m Listening To: Pet Shop Boys, Hotspot (2020)

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Pet Shop Boys - Will-O-The-Wisp

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Pet Shop Boys - Monkey business (x)

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The new album is amazing

“The Pet Shop Boys continue to challenge conventions and the reservations of those who think only the under-40s can do pop music. Neil Tennant makes it clear that they don’t plan to retire and please those who show so much prejudice. “Age is reflected on a physical level, but if you have pop in you, you can’t do anything to stop it,” he says with a laugh. “I don’t even stop to think about it, except when reality forces me to. Chris and I compose for pleasure, and then we choose the songs we want to publish. I think you can feel that joy with which we create music.””

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“Volverán las oscuras golondrinas en tu balcón sus nidos a colgar, y otra vez con el ala a sus cristales jugando llamarán. Pero aquellas que el vuelo refrenaban tu hermosura y mi dicha a contemplar, aquellas que aprendieron nuestros nombres…. ésas… ¡no volverán! Volverán las tupidas madreselvas de tu jardín las tapias a escalar, y otra vez a la tarde aún más hermosas sus flores se abrirán. Pero aquellas cuajadas de rocío cuyas gotas mirábamos temblar y caer como lágrimas del día…. ésas… ¡no volverán! Volverán del amor en tus oídos las palabras ardientes a sonar, tu corazón de su profundo sueño tal vez despertará. Pero mudo y absorto y de rodillas como se adora a Dios ante su altar, como yo te he querido…, desengáñate, así… ¡no te querrán!”

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Volverán las oscuras golondrinas.

Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

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“Our aim as scientists is objective truth; more truth, more interesting truth, more intelligible truth. We cannot reasonably aim at certainty. Once we realize that human knowledge is fallible, we realize also that we can never be completely certain that we have not made a mistake.”

— Karl R. Popper

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“When life is shit, turn to music. When life is scrape-off-the-walls shit, turn to Steven Patrick Morrissey.”

— Rae Earl, My Mad Fat Diary

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“Finally, the optimist’s impatience with or condemnation of pessimism often has a smug macho tone to it (although males have no monopoly of it). There is a scorn for the perceived weakness of the pessimist who should instead ‘grin and bear it’. This view is defective for the same reason that macho views about other kinds of suffering are defective. It is an indifference to or inappropriate denial of suffering, whether one’s own or that of others. The injunction to ‘look on the bright side’ should be greeted with a large dose of both skepticism and cynicism. To insist that the bright side is always the right side is to put ideology before the evidence. Every cloud, to change metaphors, may have a silver lining, but it may very often be the cloud rather than the lining on which one should focus if one is to avoid being drenched by self-deception. Cheery optimists have a much less realistic view of themselves than do those who are depressed.”

— David Benatar, Better Never to Have Been: The Harm of Coming into Existence

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me listening to shoplifters of the world unite

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“That love, which is the highest joy, which is divine simplicity itself, is not for you moderns, you children of reflection. It works only evil in you. As soon as you wish to be natural, you become common. To you, nature seems something hostile; you have made devils out of the smiling gods of Greece, and out of me a demon. You can only exorcise and curse me, or slay yourselves in bacchantic madness before my altar. And if ever one of you has had the courage to kiss my red mouth, he makes a barefoot pilgrimage to Rome in penitential robes and expects flowers to grow from his withered staff, while under my feet roses, violets, and myrtles spring up every hour, but their fragrance does not agree with you. Stay among your northern fogs and Christian incense; let us pagans remain under the debris, beneath the lava; do not disinter us.”

— Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, ‘Venus in Furs’

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The ideal which I strive to realize in my life is the serene sensuousness of the Greeks—pleasure without pain. I do not believe in the kind of love which is preached by Christianity, by the moderns, by the knights of the spirit. Yes, look at me, I am worse than a heretic, I am a pagan.

Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, “Venus In Furs”

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“At the sight of her lying on the red velvet cushions, her precious body peeping out between the folds of sable, I realised how powerfully sensuality and lust are aroused by flesh that is only partly revealed.”

— Venus In Furs by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch