A Room of One's Own

“Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.”

“Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners.”

“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. ”

“...who shall measure the heat and violence of a poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?”

“Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?”

“It is much more important to be oneself than anything else. Do not dream of influencing other people...Think of things in themselves.”

Virginia Woolf

The idiot

“Beauty will save the world”

 

“It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool's paradise.”

“A fool with a heart and no sense is just as unhappy as a fool with sense and no heart.”

“It's life that matters, nothing but life--the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all.”

“Pass us by, and forgive us our happiness”

“We must never forget that human motives are generally far more complicated than we are apt to suppose, and that we can very rarely accurately describe the motives of another.”

“Beauty is a riddle” 

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The Interpretation of Dreams

“Dreams are the royal road to the unconscious.”

"Properly speaking, the unconscious is the real psychic; its inner nature is just as unknown to us as the reality of the external world, and it is just as imperfectly reported to us through the data of consciousness as is the external world through the indications of our sensory organs."

“The dream is the liberation of the spirit from the pressure of external nature, a detachment of the soul from the fetters of matter.”

“What is common in all these dreams is obvious. They completely satisfy wishes excited during the day which remain unrealized. They are simply and undisguisedly realizations of wishes.”

“Places are often treated like persons.”

“The dream has a very striking way of dealing with the category of opposites and contradictions. This is simply disregarded. To the dream ‘No’ does not seem to exist. In particular, it prefers to draw opposites together into a unity or to represent them as one.”

Sigmund Freud

Nadja

“Perhaps my life is nothing but an image of this kind; perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I simply should recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.”

 

 

 

“I am the soul in limbo.”

 

 

“Beauty is like a train that ceaselessly roars out of the Gare de Lyon and which I know will never leave, which has not left. It consists of jolts and shocks, many of which do not have much importance, but which we know are destined to produce one Shock, which does...The human heart, beautiful as a seismograph...”

 

“Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all.”

André Breton

I Exhale

Life it's a touch,
Everything is golden
Open
Wider
Stumble
Patch
Yeah
Right now
Yeah

 

 

You talk too fast
The house you want is
Right
December
Monday morning
Okay
What you got?
Shiver and smile
(Exhale)

 

 

 

Seen the tiny stars
Your shoes and beer
Sharp shadow
Clean the dirt
Metropoles
Statuesque
(Exhale)

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Exhale)
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lost crown
In a blue sky
As best as roofs
Correlated rhythms

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spangled top,
Leather jacket
Run your fingers through your hair
We're nearly there
Hiding in the dark
Sheltered from the winds
Hold hands
and we go away

Underworld

A near-synonym is boulevardier

 

“It is only for those without hope that hope is given.”




 

“No poem is intended for the reader, no picture for the beholder, no symphony for the listener.”

“A Klee painting named 'Angelus Novus' shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.”

 

“There is no document of civilization that is not at the same time a document of barbarism.”

“In the end, we get older, we kill everyone who loves us through the worries we give them, through the troubled tenderness we inspire in them, and the fears we ceaselessly cause.”

  Walter Benjamin

On Ugliness

 

“Beauty is, in some ways, boring. Even if its concept changes through the ages, nevertheless a beautiful object must always follow certain rules … 

Ugliness is unpredictable and offers an infinite range of possibilities. Beauty is finite. Ugliness is infinite, like God.”

Umberto Eco