Clarkson Malaysia

"Nothing happens in which you are not entangled in a secret manner; for everything has ordered itself..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 06:03:00 +0800

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Nothing happens in which you are not entangled in a secret manner; for everything has ordered itself around you and plays your innermost. Nothing in you is hidden to things, no matter how remote, how precious, how secret it is. It inheres in things. Your dog robs you of your father, who passed away long ago, and looks at you as he did. The cow in the meadow has intuited your mother, and charms you with total calm and security. The stars whisper your deepest mysteries to you, and the soft valleys of the earth rescue you in a motherly womb.

Like a stray child you stand pitifully among the mighty, who hold the threads of your life. You cry for help and attach yourself to the first person that comes your way. Perhaps he can advise you, perhaps he knows the thought that you do not have, and which all things have sucked out of you.

”

- C.G. Jung, The Red Book, Liber Secondus 27/28

cnvsblg: Great illustrations of birds in nautical uniform by...

Mon, 20 May 2013 05:54:21 +0800

cnvsblg:

Great illustrations of birds in nautical uniform by Japanese illustrator, Sato.

Cannot not repost this.

Color doodles I’m noodling over for a side-project. Made...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:22:10 +0800

Color doodles I’m noodling over for a side-project. Made in Illustrator.

"The small man Builds cages for everyone He Knows. While the sage, Who has to duck his head When the..."

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 10:52:41 +0800

“The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.”

- Hafiz, Sufi poet from the 14th C.

"A certain M. Deschamps, when a boy in Orleans, was once given a piece of plum-pudding by a M. de..."

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 14:05:00 +0800

“A certain M. Deschamps, when a boy in Orleans, was once given a piece of plum-pudding by a M. de Fortgibu. Ten years later he discovered another plum-pudding in a Paris restaurant, and asked if he could have a piece. It turned out, however, that the plum-pudding was already ordered - by M. de Fortgibu. Many years afterwards M. Deschamps was invited to partake of a plum-pudding as a special rarity. While he was eating it he remarked that the only thing lacking was M. de Fortgibu. At that moment the door opened and an old, old, man in the last stages of disorientation walked in: M. de Fortgibu, who had got hold of the wrong address and burst in on the party by mistake.”

- Camille Flammarion, The Unknown, by way of C.G. Jung, Synchronicity

A poem by Ricarda Huch (1864-1947)

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 00:20:14 +0800

As the earth, separating from the sun,
Withdraws in quick flight into the stormy night,
Starring the naked body with cold snow,
Deafened, it takes away the summer joy.
And sinking deeper in the shadows of winter,
Suddenly draws close to that which it flees,
Sees itself warmly embraced with rosy light
Leaning against the lost consort.
Thus I went, suffering the punishment of exile,
Away from your countenance, into the ancient place.
Unprotected, turning to the desolate north,
Always retreating deeper into the sleep of death;
And then would I awake on your heart,
Blinded by the splendor of the dawn.

"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 14:29:12 +0800

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”

- Albert Camus

"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even..."

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 15:07:41 +0800

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”

- Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

What an adorable little urchin.

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 14:09:18 +0800

What an adorable little urchin.

"We are what we pretend to be so we must be careful what we pretend to be."

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 14:02:00 +0800

“We are what we pretend to be so we must be careful what we pretend to be.”

- Kurt Vonnegut

"What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil."

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 22:07:00 +0800

“What is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil.”

- Friedrich Nietszche,

Beyond Good and Evil, Aphorism 153.

You come into my house?!

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 13:51:06 +0800

You come into my house?!

It would be very painful… for you.

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 10:00:00 +0800

It would be very painful… for you.

Do you feel in control? And I got the quote wrong. Genius. Do...

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 16:10:00 +0800

Do you feel in control?

And I got the quote wrong. Genius. Do you feel in charge, is the correct quote. Anyway, this becomes a non-Bane related wallpaper. :)

Zombie Dreams

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 13:34:00 +0800

Last night before falling asleep I asked my subconscious for a new type of dream. I have vivid dreams, but they usually fall into a few simple categories. I wanted something new. My subconscious delivered on my wish in the form of three zombie dreams.

Zombie Dream 1

It is nighttime, and I am downtown. The city is clean and brightly lit. It feels like Vancouver or some such. Has a Canadian vibe. I am in a central plaza. There is an overturned bus. There are zombies here. They are slow and stupid and covered in typical zombie gore, dried blood and eyes glazed with cataracts.

Suddenly, a little girl appears. She is not infected.

“If you act slow and stupid, they won’t hurt you.” She puts her arms in front of her, puffs out her tummy, and proceeds to bounce into another zombie with a loud “boing”. The zombie bounces and lurches off in a different direction. I try it too. A loud boing. The zombie lurches off.

I wake up laughing.

I go back to sleep.

Zombie Dream 2

I’m inside an office building or apartment. Hard to tell, there is very little furniture, but the halls are cramped and the ceilings high. All the walls are flat white. The lighting is a lot like outside: overly bright, but tinged with that sick yellow you get from arc sodium lights, or from over-processed video on TV.

The zombies are after me.

There is a pile of furniture thrown over the front door. The zombies have become fast and aggressive. I look out onto the same square as Dream 1, the overturned bus is there, but now there are zombies scurrying about in a panic.

Suddenly, a man is next to me. And zombies. They attack the man. There are three zombies. One has his mouth wrapped around the guy’s upper arm, and another zombie has swallowed the man’s other hand and forearm. The third zombie is going for the man’s face. These zombies have skin that looks baked and decayed, a gray that shines like graphite shavings. Behind this group is blackness, the light is gone.

The guy starts screaming.

It is gross and I wake up.

I go back to sleep.

Zombie Dream 3

Still in the same apartment building. Same lighting. I’ve been running, and trying to get some distance between me and the zombies. Through dream-sense I know that the zombies have breached the building and they are everywhere, sniffing me out. I need to get off this floor.

I run to a closet. I open it, and check out the inside of the doors. Is there any way I could hold these closed against determined zombies? No, there is nothing to hold onto. And even if there were, sooner or later I’d need water or food.

The zombies are coming, I have no choice. I get into the closet and close the door just as I see a zombie come around the far corner of the hallway. He sees me and rushes down the hall.

In the closet, I look around for a weapon, or some means of escape. High on the wall behind me is a vent. It is white plastic. Into the shaft! I pop the cover off, and squirm in, feet first. As I drop in, I see the zombie open the closet door, and look up in rage and surprise.

I lower myself into the ventilation shaft. It is round, white plastic, and ribbed like a trachea. Each circular ring is comprised of about 8 plastic slats, about three centimeters tall. These plates collapse downwards due to gravity and create a smooth surface, but going upwards causes them to pull up and snag at clothes. They only pivot upwards 30 degrees or so. I know this for no good reason.

Once I’m five feet down or so from the closet opening, I stop and think through my options. I can get out one story down, and hope that the zombie I left behind isn’t smart enough to run downstairs and wait for me. I can go down two flights, but I am not certain what floor I am on and don’t want to get trapped in the basement. I know there are zombies galore in the basement. And it is dark down there.

I wake up.

And say what?

Tue, 12 Feb 2013 01:00:00 +0800

“Just open your mouth. Do you love mankind?”

“I see men and I feel sorry for them, that’s all.”

“That’s enough.”

- The Last Temptation of Christ

Directed by Martin Scorsese, Screenplay by Paul Schrader, Based on the novel by Nikos Kazantzakis

"Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowded room with boring people..."

Mon, 11 Feb 2013 14:05:30 +0800

“Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowded room with boring people than I feel on my own.”

- Henry Rollins (via sickflower)

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia March 13th, 2012 Another repost of an old...

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 16:49:27 +0800

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

March 13th, 2012

Another repost of an old photo. New post-work (not much more than levels, sharpening and adding the watermark.)

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia February 18th, 2011 (This is a repost of...

Sat, 09 Feb 2013 16:22:46 +0800

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

February 18th, 2011

(This is a repost of a photo I took and uploaded a while ago. Recropped, added watermark, and uploaded larger.)

"I’ve never been able to plan my life. I just lurch from indecision to indecision."

Wed, 06 Feb 2013 13:40:05 +0800

“I’ve never been able to plan my life. I just lurch from indecision to indecision.”

- Alan Rickman