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- Stray poetry -
Oh child, do not enter the light but remain in darkness, for the light suffices in itself; just like a rich man does not need the humble savings of an ordinary man, in order for him to fulfill his heart’s desires. However, the poor man will have use for the same small amount of money, and - upon receiving it - will experience great joy and gratitude.
So, stay in the dark once you have found the light, for happiness will - like a spear - pierce the hearts of those who are around you.
Utterly satisfied my inner hipster by buying these roller skates.
Anton Corbijn (photographer): This photo shows the band having a good time. Initially no one seemed to warm to the idea of the bikes and it was going a little hesitantly, so to get the show going I decided to drop my trousers and this photo shows their reaction. We did well after that, but still not sure why they had to laugh that much!
“I imagine standing in one of those piss-perfumed ATM-sheds on a drunken night, awaiting my turn to pull some precious money from that monster-machine in the wall. My eyes shift over the posters that decorate the place; stuck up there illegally by dead-beat students trying to make money for their shitty student societies. Then my attention, or what’s left of my attention, is caught by a grim looking poster that’s half covered by something else. “DARK ROOM – CAVE CLUB – SUNDAY AUGUST 31” – I read while lifting a slip of the colourful garbage that covers it. ‘What idiot organises a party on a sunday?’ I think. However, as I get my hands on a 20 euro bill from the ATM, I decide to go.”
“Sunday night. I arrive at the designated place. ‘This must be the most horrid looking building in the whole of Antwerp.’ Vague noises diffuse through the cobblestones of the pavement as I shuffle towards the entrance. A most majestic, yet rusty gate swings open. To my left a staircase leads down into the underground. I descend it. Soft tones of stoner electronica start to become louder, people are laughing. I’m eager to get inside so I skip the last four steps with a jump. Wrong moment. The song that’s been playing stops, right as I hit the ground. Crooks, witches and goths turn their heads. ‘I should’ve brought a friend.’ ”
Cómic de Emile Cohl, Patrón
My dad commented on how I used his money to buy Marvin Gaye, who used hard drugs, on iTunes. He listens to Fleetwood Mac…