Sunday, July 24, 2016

You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense





“there’s nothing to
discuss
there’s nothing to
remember
there’s nothing to
forget

it’s sad
and
it’s not
sad






seems the
most sensible
thing
a person can
do
is
sit
with drink in
hand
as the walls
wave
their goodbye
smiles






one comes through
it
all
with a certain
amount of
efficiency and
bravery
then
leaves







some accept
the possibility of
God
to help them
get
through







others
take it
staight on

and to these

I drink
tonight.”






“Lighting new cigarettes,
pouring more
drinks.

It has been a beautiful
fight.

Still
is.”







“Beasts bounding through time.

Van Gogh writing his brother for paints
Hemingway testing his shotgun
Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine
the impossibility of being human
Villon expelled from Paris for being a thief
Faulkner drunk in the gutters of his town
the impossibility of being human
Burroughs killing his wife with a gun
Mailer stabbing his
the impossibility of being human






Maupassant going mad in a rowboat
Dostoevsky lined up against a wall to be shot
Crane off the back of a boat into the propeller
the impossibility
Sylvia with her head in the oven like a baked potato
Harry Crosby leaping into that Black Sun
Lorca murdered in the road by the Spanish troops
the impossibility






Artaud sitting on a madhouse bench
Chatterton drinking rat poison
Shakespeare a plagiarist
Beethoven with a horn stuck into his head against deafness
the impossibility the impossibility
 





Nietzsche gone totally mad
the impossibility of being human
all too human
this breathing
in and out
out and in
these punks
these cowards
these champions
these mad dogs of glory

moving this little bit of light toward
us
impossibly”







“the courage it took to get out of bed each
morning
to face the same things
over and over
was
enormous.”

Charles Bukowski

Sunday, July 17, 2016

The Book of Disquiet






“My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. […]. I'm two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren't attached.”




“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.”


 


“I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.”







“Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it's all evaporating. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. What I'm attending here is a show with another set. And the show I'm attending is myself.”




 



“My past is everything I failed to be.”


 

“I've never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life.”

Fernando Pessoa

Sunday, July 10, 2016

The Common Good






"The smart way to keep people passive and obedient is to strictly limit the spectrum of acceptable opinion, but allow very lively debate within that spectrum....” 




“All over the place, from the popular culture to the propaganda system, there is constant pressure to make people feel that they are helpless, that the only role they can have is to ratify decisions and to consume.”




 
 
 “That's the whole point of good propaganda. You want to create a slogan that nobody's going to be against, and everybody's going to be for. Nobody knows what it means, because it doesn't mean anything.” 






“I was never aware of any other option but to question everything.”

Noam Chomsky

Sunday, July 3, 2016

Faust




“A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.” 



 




“Whatever is the lot of humankind
I want to taste within my deepest self.
I want to seize the highest and the lowest,
to load its woe and bliss upon my breast,
and thus expand my single self titanically
and in the end go down with all the rest.”




 
“Everything transitory is but an image.” 








“Words are mere sound and smoke, dimming the heavenly light.”






“What I possess, seems far away to me, and what is gone becomes reality.”

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Peeling a potato




 

“In places like universities, where everyone talks too rationally, it is necessary for a kind of enchanter to appear.”




“Truth must be found in reality, not systems.” 



 
 
“Art alone makes life possible – this is how radically I should like to formulate it. I would say that without art man is inconceivable in physiological terms… I would say man does not consist only of chemical processes, but also of metaphysical occurrences. The provocateur of the chemical processes is located outside the world. Man is only truly alive when he realizes he is a creative, artistic being… Even the act of peeling a potato can be a work of art if it is a conscious act.”

Joseph Beuys

Sunday, June 19, 2016

The Second Sex





“All oppression creates a state of war. And this is no exception.”






“The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project”




 


“Two separate beings, in different circumstances, face to face in freedom and seeking justification of their existence through one another, will always live an adventure full of risk and promise."









“Representation of the world, like the world itself, is the work of men; they describe it from their own point of view, which they confuse with absolute truth.”



 
“Capabilities are clearly manifested only when they have been realized.”



“What would Prince Charming have for occupation if he had not to awaken the Sleeping beauty?”

Simone de Beauvoir