Mammalian Days

digital ephemera, inspiration, and whatnots

“It has become appallingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.”

—   Albert Einstein 

“Caught up in a mass of abstractions, our attention hypnotized by a host of human-made technologies that only reflect us back to ourselves, it is all too easy for us to forget our carnal inherence in a more-than-human matrix of sensations and sensibilities. Our bodies have formed themselves in delicate reciprocity with the manifold textures, sounds, and shapes of an animate earth – our eyes have evolved in subtle interaction with other eyes, as our ears are attuned by their very structure to the howling of wolves and the honking of geese. To shut ourselves off from these other voices, to continue by our lifestyles to condemn these other sensibilities to the oblivion of extinction, is to rob our own senses of their integrity, and to rob our minds of their coherence. We are human only in contact, and conviviality, with what is not human.”

—   The Spell of the Sensuous - David Abram


Sajid Khan

Sheila - le folklore Americain

Sobanza Mimanisa - “Kiwembo” (Congotronics 2)

US girls - Jack

Richard Twice - If I knew you were the one

“Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.”

—   Anne Carson - Autobiography of Red

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”

—   Rainer Maria Rilke

Screaming for Emily - The Love

“We are not idealized wild things. We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.”

—   Joan Didion - The Year of Magical Thinking 

In my room, the world is beyond my understanding;
But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four
hills and a cloud.

From my balcony, I survey the yellow air,
Reading where I have written,
“The spring is like a belle undressing.”

The gold tree is blue.
The singer has pulled his cloak over his head.
The moon is in the folds of the cloak.

—   Wallace Stevens - Of the Surface of Things

Daito Manabe: Nosaj Thing - ‘Eclipse/Blue’

“It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.”


J Krishnamurti