Percussion_is_Free
Bluelighter
When we die on entheogens, we call it ecstasy, and in all its terror, is there really anything more beautiful? We call orgasms la petit mort. And we honor death with an aesthetic... Baudelaire, Poe, Tim Burton...
Or in AFI's Days of The Phoenix: "I remember when I was told the story of crushed velvet, candle wax, and dried up flowers. The figure on the bed all dressed up in roses, calling, beckoning to sleep, offering a dream."
I got to thinking about this when I saw this video of people committing suicide. It brought me to tears, and I was actually muttering 'no, no' to the people standing on the railing... and then when I saw the last shot, it occurred to me that this was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSDIa-cHeIo
It's the feeling of beautiful sadness. Is that sick? The same way we enjoy being scared on halloween, sadness has this exquisite and beautiful quality to it. What is that? Why?
Or in AFI's Days of The Phoenix: "I remember when I was told the story of crushed velvet, candle wax, and dried up flowers. The figure on the bed all dressed up in roses, calling, beckoning to sleep, offering a dream."
I got to thinking about this when I saw this video of people committing suicide. It brought me to tears, and I was actually muttering 'no, no' to the people standing on the railing... and then when I saw the last shot, it occurred to me that this was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSDIa-cHeIo
It's the feeling of beautiful sadness. Is that sick? The same way we enjoy being scared on halloween, sadness has this exquisite and beautiful quality to it. What is that? Why?