Tritype 145

Toward the Center of the Labyrinth

“The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite, perhaps infinite, number of hexagonal galleries. In the center of each gallery is a ventilation shaft bounded by a low railing. From any hexagon one can see the floors above and below-one after another, endlessly. The arrange­ment of the galleries is always the same…” (The Library of Babel, 1941)

Jorge Luis Borges sp/so 5w6(6w7)-4w5(3w4)-1w9(2w1)

Borges The Library of Babel pdf 

20th Century’s Best Writer

The Aleph

William Blake 5w4(6w5)-4w5(3w4)-1w2(9w1) or something like that

Self portrait

The Tyger

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Newton’s Vision

Andrew Eldritch (The Sisters of Mercy) sx/sp 5w6(4w5)-4w3(5w4)-1w2(9w1), or something very close to that. The Sisters have been said to have moved post-punk into Goth. Andrew Eldritch also perfected the use of the drum machine, calling his Doktor Avalanche.

With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run for cover in the temple of love 
You run for another but still the same
For the wind will blow my name across this land
In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes
In the temple of love: Shine like thunder
In the temple of love: Cry like rain
In the temple of love: Hear my calling
In the temple of love: Hear my name
And the devil in black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away
With the sunlight died and night above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another it’s all the same
For the wind will blow and throw your walls aside
With the fire from the fireworks up above 
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
I shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple grows old and strong
But the wind blows longer cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more
In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water 
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and only air remains
In the temple of love: Shine like thunder
In the temple of love: Cry like rain
In the temple of love: Hear the calling
And the temple of love is falling 
Down
In the temple of love: Shine like thunder
In the temple of love: Cry like rain
In the temple of love: Hear my calling
In the temple of love: Hear my name
In the black sky thunder sweeping
Underground and over water 
Sounds of crying weeping will not save
Your faith for bricks and dreams for mortar
All your prayers must seem as nothing
Ninety-six below the wave
When stone is dust and only air remains 
the only haven you can trust
And the devil in black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away
With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain you
You run for cover in the temple of love
I shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple grows old and strong
But the wind blows longer cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more
In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes
In the temple of love: Shine like thunder
In the temple of love: Cry like rain
In the temple of love: Hear the calling
And the temple of love is falling 
Down

 I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Hot metal and methedrine
I hear empire down
I hear empire down
I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Love lost, fire at will
Dum-dum bullets and shoot to kill, I hear
Dive, bombers, and
Empire down
Empire down
I hear the sons of the city and dispossessed
Get down, get undressed
Get pretty but you and me
We got the kingdom, we got the key
We got the empire, now as then
We don’t doubt, we don’t take direction
Lucretia, my reflection, dance the ghost with me
We look hard
We look through
We look hard to see for real
Such things I hear, they don’t make sense
I don’t see much evidence
I don’t feel, I don’t feel, I don’t Feel
A long train held up by page on page
A hard reign held up by rage
Once a railroad
Now it’s done
I hear the roar of a big machine
Two worlds and in between
Hot metal and methedrine
I hear empire down
We got the empire, now as then
We don’t doubt, we don’t take reflection
Lucretia, my direction, dance the ghost with me

Some people get by
With a little understanding
Some people get by
With a whole lot more
I don’t know
Why you gotta be so undemanding
One thing I know
I want more
I want more

(And I need all the love that I can’t get to)
(And I need all the love I can get)
(And I need all the love that I can’t get to)

D’you get scared to feel so much?
To let somebody touch you?
So hot, so cold, so far so out of control
Hard to come by, and harder to hold

Some people get by
With a little understanding
Some people get by
With a whole lot more
I don’t know
Why you gotta be so undemanding
I want more

(And I need all the love I can get)
(And I need all the love that I can’t get to)
(And I need all the love I can get)
(And I need all the love that I can’t get to)

There are parts of me that don’t get nervous
Not the parts that shake
You won’t get what you deserve
You are what you take
Learning to cry for fun and profit
I’m not done yet
Counterfeit dollars or the English zloty
Anything I can get

Some people get by
With a little understanding
Some people get by
With a whole lot more
I don’t know
Why you gotta be so undemanding
One thing I know
I want more

(And I need all the love I can get)
(And I need all the love that I can’t get to)
(And I need all the love I can get)
(And I need all the love that I can’t get to)

All the love that you can get
All the love
That I can’t get to…

Guy Debord, 541, author of “The Society of the Spectacle”, de facto leader of the Situationist International.

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Article about Suicide

Article about Suicide #2

 @6’20” Theory of the Derive (compare to ‘flaneur’ of Walter Benjamin, probably 549). 

Laurie Anderson, musician and pioneer of multimedia performance art so/sp warmside 5w4(4w3)-4w3(3w2)-1w2(9w1) This particular work is important because it clearly represents the archetypal Enneagram energies from 8 to 3, although I haven’t yet found any explicit connection so she may have sort of channeled it. To be discussed.