Ice sculptures(years since I've seen one,proves I hold out,) my Opa's VHS Smurfs tapes, eating goat cheese on dark toast & drinking persian tea, oil painting, dancing "with myse-elf"(or others,)the hidden arts(not necessarily meaning the dark,) ..to be continued
androgenous fairytale persons who have taken out their government implanted Bland Personality Chips and are out there rebelling by being themselves.
growing up near Seattle my mom and stepdad had a record store ; thus I grew up with ALL types of sound, and around musicians and older friends in bands..I started writing about it and worked for magazines in nyc, and still keep hold of music as a bloodline. In our bathroom was a lamenated poster my stepdad brought in, saying: "The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with the concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treason, stratagems, and spoils; the motions of his spirit are dull as night, and his affections dark as Erebus: Let no such man be trusted" .. I've taken it with me, and lived by it without fail since. Anything from Mars Volta to Nina Simone can stike a cord in my chest.
BettyBlue, Bad Channels, Romeo's Bleeding(only just recently saw part of it, but loved it,)La Femme Nikita,Gilda, anything film noir
People REALLY haven't become exasperated with that?-they STILL attempt to endlessly flip the channels, looking??!!??
Salman Rushdie's: Haroun& the Sea of Stories, Steve Erickson, M.Kundera, Paul Auster, Philip Roth's: Letting Go, T.Pynchon, D.Dellilo, M0RE & M0RE..
the triumphant succeeders