Wednesday, March 31, 2010

quoth the madman

"I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.“
— Mark Twain


Tuesday, March 30, 2010

quoth the great beast

"The joy of life consists in the exercise of one's energies, continual growth, constant change, the enjoyment of every new experience. To stop means simply to die. The eternal mistake of mankind is to set up an attainable ideal.”
-Aleister Crowley

quoth the madman

Photo used by Anna Kashfi in divorce court against her husband Marlon Brando.

"Homosexuality is so much in fashion it no longer makes news. Like a large number of men, I, too, have had homosexual experiences and I am not ashamed. I have never paid much attention to what people think about me."
-Marlon Brando

Vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas

from the house of silence

A Posthumous Mourning Portrait:
Sarah A. Lawrence of 119 Hudson Avenue, Green Island, Albany County, New York,
Daguerreotype, Tinted, circa 1847

alles neu


"Something about him reminded me of one of those figures from old-fashioned playing cards or the sort used by fortune-tellers, a print straight from the pages of an incunabulum: his presence was both funereal and incandescent, like a curse dressed in Sunday best."
— Carlos Ruiz Zafón - The Shadow of the Wind -

Billy Corgan Haikus 1990-2010

O my hair is nice.
I think I will try acid now.
Walls are melting! Fuuuck!

I am the voice of
A generation. Oh well,
Can’t win em all.

Fuck James. Fuck e’ryone.
I’m doing this whole thing myself.
Drugs drugs drugs drugs drugs.

I’m going to take what
Cheap Trick did and bastard-
ize it into ground.

Also, am going to
Pretend I am only guy
Who heard of “Yes”.

What shadow of souls
Hark forth from Absinthe spill
On my Cure records?

You know what’s cool?
Fucking art school chicks.
Here is Album I did half assed.

The only thing that sticks
Out about Zwan is needle
From the drummers arm.

Who am I. What have I
Done to my career? I
Look like Gayer Mr Clean.

Moved to Hollywood.
Whiney voiced businessmen
Make sense as friends.

Am fucking Tila
Tequila; Jessica Simpson.
My dick? Ashamed.

I turned into the
Alt-rock Patrick Bateman.
Also: squeaky head.

d'un cinéma obscurci

Zardoz: "The gun is good."
Exterminators: "The gun is good."
Zardoz: "The penis is evil. The penis shoots seeds, and makes new life, and poisons the earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the gun shoots death, and purifies the earth of the filth of brutals. Go forth and kill!"
-Zardoz- 1974


"Mediocrity is like a spot on your shirt, it never comes off."
-Dance, Dance, Dance -Haruki Murakami


Je mets mon vit contre ta joue
le bout frôle ton oreille
lèche mes bourses lentement
ta langue est douce comme l’eau
Ta langue est crue comme une bouchère
elle est rouge comme un gigot
sa pointe est un coucou criant,
mon vit sanglote de salive
Ton derrière est ma déesse
il s’ouvre comme ta bouche
je l’adore comme le ciel
je le vénère comme un feu
Je bois dans ta déchirure
j’étale tes jambes nues
je les ouvre comme un livre
où je lis ce qui me tue.

- Je mets mon vit contre ta joue - George Bataille

quoth the madman

"What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?
-Djuna Barnes

headlines of the day

Hiker Murdered During Wiccan Watersports Ritual

Train Rips Off Dead Girl's Wooden Leg

Naked Donut Thief Self Immolates

Murder Suspect Mummifies In His Nissan

Knifethrowing Curtails Mom's Drunk Drive

Loony Ambulance Joyride Ends In Suicide By Cop

Dead Potato Chip Heir Leaves Puzzle

Mar 30 1282

After vespers on Easter Monday, a French soldier touches the breast of a young Sicilian bride, causing an outrage that precipitated the slaughter of perhaps 2,000 Frenchmen living and ruling over Sicily.

something horrible happened here


quoth the madman

‘Thinking is more interesting than knowing, but less interesting than looking.’

quoth the madman

‘Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead.’
–Aldous Huxley

quoth the madman

‘The more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.’

truer words

"I like guys who play hard. Scars and broken body parts, and tattoos are hot."
— Eliza Dushku


1. Don’t swim in the sea
More than 99% of all shark attacks happen in large water masses, also known as oceans. The way to establish if you’re in the ocean is to taste the water. It should taste salty.
2. Swim with fat people
Always make sure there are fat people already in the water before you enter. Chances are you will be able to swim faster than them and save yourself.
3. Don’t go in the water without a knife.
That’s to stab the nearest swimmer when you see a shark. As soon as he/she bleeds profusely, swim as fast ad you can to the shore and claim you tried your best to save him/her. You might end up getting an award for bravery.
4. Listen intently
All sharks have a ‘theme song’ - if you hear the following, swim for your life: daa-dam, daa-dam, daa-dam. If it sounds like this: dadam, dadam, dadam, you’re already gone.
5. Don’t panic
Stay calm when a shark bites you. It’s over, you’re gone and panicking won’t help you survive. The people on the shore will appreciate it, they don’t want to hear your mad yelling and screaming, it’s not nice. Please think of the children.


Monday, March 29, 2010


Sex Tips for Husbands and Wives was penned by Ruth Smythers, a vicar’s wife, in 1894. Some amazing gems:

•The wise bride will permit a maximum of two brief sexual experiences weekly — and as time goes by she should make every effort to reduce this frequency.

•A selfish and sensual husband can easily take advantage of his wife. One cardinal rule of marriage should never be forgotten: Give little, give seldom and above all give grudgingly. Otherwise what could have been a proper marriage could become an orgy of sexual lust.

•A wise wife will make it her goal never to allow her husband to see her unclothed body, and never allow him to display his unclothed body to her.

•Once in bed, the wife should turn off all the lights and make no sound to guide her husband in her direction, lest he take this as a sign of encouragement.

•When he finds her, she should lie as still as possible. Bodily motion could be interpreted as sexual excitement by the optimistic husband. Sex, when it cannot be prevented, should be practised only in total darkness.

•Clever wives are ever on the alert for new and better methods of denying and discouraging the amorous overtures of the husband. Arguments, nagging, scolding and bickering prove very effective if used in the late evening about an hour before the husband would normally commence his seduction.

•By their tenth anniversary many wives have managed to complete their child-bearing and have achieved the ultimate goal of terminating all sexual contacts with the husband.

stupid madonna lyrics

10: "i'm talking, i'm talking / i believe in the power of love" (rescue me)

9: "words, they cut like a knife / cut into my life" (words)

8: "like a moth to a flame / only i am to blame / ba ba da ba ba ba / what can i do?" (to have and not to hold)

7: "the sacred nerve is magic poison / it's candy, it's candy" (candy perfume girl)

6: "tell me your stories / i'm not afraid of who you are / we can fly!" (justify my love)

5: "i know i can feel bad / when i get in a bad mood" (love profusion)

4: "i'm not that kind of guy / sometimes i feel shy / i think i can fly / closer to the sky" (nobody knows me)

3: "life is a paradox and it doesn't make much sense" (like it or not)

2: "my mother died when i was five / and all i did was sit and cry / i cried and cried and cried all day / until the neighbors went away" (mother and father)

1: "i'm so stupid / 'cause i used to live / in a tiny bubble / and i wanted to be / like all the pretty people / that were all around me / but now i know for sure / that i was stupid / stupider than stupid" (i'm so stupid)

honorable mention: all of "dear jessie."

overheard on royal street

Odd dude: "When I was kid I accidentally taped over my cassette copy of "Night flight to venus" by boney m. I was so upset I cried all day. I even recorded a few minutes of myself crying at the start of that tape. Later we borrowed the vinyl from my aunt and made a tape copy from that but it just wasn't the same. for years I've been trying to find that taped-over boney m tape with me crying at the start but it's disappeared..."
Guy behind him: "Um, you're next man.."
Odd dude: "Elvis was a robot.'
Guy behind him: "I know... Uh, the teller is waving at you.""

Odd dude: "Oh, thanks! Wait... Oh. This isn't my bank."

quoth the madman

“Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.”
-Truman Capote

from the house of silence

1749-52 Antonio Corradini,
Santa Maria della Pietà dei Sangro, Naples

Vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas


Sunday, March 28, 2010


"When I was young, I expected people to give me more than they could-continuous friendship, permanent emotion. Now I have learned to expect less of them than they can give - a silent companionship.

Each time I am given the elements of a friendship, the fragments of an emotion, never the emotion or the friendship itself.

Strange: inability to be alone, inability not to be alone. One accepts both.

Madness-beautiful setting for a magnificent morning-the sun. The sky and bones. Music. A finger at the window.

The condemned man visited by the priest every day. Because the neck is sliced off, because the knees give way, because the body thrusts itself madly toward the earth to hide itself in a “My God, My God.”

And every time, the resistance of the man who doesn’t want this easy way out, and who wants to chew over and taste all his fear. He dies without a word, his eyes full of tears.

In the case of voluntary self-denial, one can go without food for six weeks. (Water is sufficient.) When famine deprives us of food, ten days at the most.

“This heavy swelling up of tears,” he said, “which is all the taste I have of death.”

Lying down, he smiled clumsily and his eyes glistened. She felt all her love flood into her throat and tears come into her eyes. She threw herself on his lips and crushed her tears between their two faces. she wept into his mouth, while he tasted in these salt lips all the bitterness of their love.

On a door: “Come in. I have hanged myself.” They go in and find it is true. (He says “I”, but there isn’t an “I” any more.)

A time comes when one can no longer feel the emotion of love. The only thing left is tragedy. Living for someone or for something no longer has any meaning. Nothing seems to keep its meaning except the idea of dying for something. "

-CAMUS NOTEBOOK ENTRIES 1935-1942 - Albert Camus

Saturday, March 27, 2010

lamentations 4:10

"With their own hands compassionate women have cooked their own children, who became their food when my people were destroyed."

goths on the bus

overheard at starbucks

Gay #1: "Whats that, a token?"
Gay #2: "No, it's a dollar coin."
Gay #1" "Who's that chick on it?"
Gay #1: "That's Sacagawea."
Gay #2: "Oh."
Gay #1: "You know, Lewis and Clarks guide."
Gay #1: "Yeah?"
Gay #2: "You know they are saying that Lewis and Clark were gay."
Gay #1: "I can believe it... she totally looks like Cher..."

overheard st. charles ave.

Girl #1, head in hands: "So, like I was saying..."
Girl #2: "Oh, yeah, so why doesn't he want to fuck anymore?"
Girl #3: "Oh, yeah, he totes found your vibrator."
Girl #1: "How the hell did you know?"
Girl #3 "AND he left you a post-it on the vibrator that said 'Nice' right?"
Girl #1: "How the hell did you know?"
Girl #2: "(gasps) "Thats her?"
(Girl #3 nods)
Girl #1: "OMG! How the hell did you know?"

Ich komm in das Staunen gar nicht mehr rein

(thoughts while watching "Triumph of the Will")

sieg heil sieg heil heil heil STREAMER heil sieg heil sieg heil seig heil heil KITTY heil heil heil goebbels makes me giggle…he had a club foot sieg heil sieg heil sieg heil heil heil sieg heil heil kevin spacey would make a good hitler but he’s too tall…heil heil heil sieg heil sieg heil heil heil sieg heil sieg heil heil heil heil OMG THE TRADITIONAL COSTUME OF THE FARMERS IS FANTASTIC LOOK AT THE HATS!!!!!! heil heil heil sieg heil heil heil sieg heil pppffffff you boys have limp wrists heil sieg heil sieg heil seig heil heil why do people that like to dress in leather for S&M play alway dress like this heil sieg heil sieg heil seig heil hitler had just one ball heil sieg heil sieg heil at least that's the rumour heil sieg heil sieg heil

Friday, March 26, 2010


“The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.”
-Gaston Bachelard


Thursday, March 25, 2010


Tonight my brother, in heavy boots, is walking
through bare rooms over my head,
opening and closing doors.
What could he be looking for in an empty house?
What could he possibly need there in heaven?
Does he remember his earth, his birthplace set to torches?
His love for me feels like spilled water
running back to its vessel.

At this hour, what is dead is restless
and what is living is burning.

Someone tell him he should sleep now.

My father keeps a light on by our bed
and readies for our journey.
He mends ten holes in the knees
of five pairs of boy's pants.
His love for me is like sewing:
various colors and too much thread,
the stitching uneven. But the needle pierces
clean through with each stroke of his hand.

At this hour, what is dead is worried
and what is living is fugitive.

Someone tell him he should sleep now.

God, that old furnace, keeps talking
with his mouth of teeth,
a beard stained at feasts, and his breath
of gasoline, airplane, human ash.
His love for me feels like fire,
feels like doves, feels like river-water.

At this hour, what is dead is helpless, kind
and helpless. While the Lord lives.

Someone tell the Lord to leave me alone.
I've had enough of his love
that feels like burning and flight and running away.

-The Hour and What Is Dead -Li-Young Lee


big a little a

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

overheard on tchoupitoulas street

Shocked waiter to very smug waiter: "Whoa! You're even more expensive than a Russian girlfriend!"

Chick: "If he was straight he would have been staring at my breasts!"
Gay waiter passing by: "It's true."

Over made up reatraunt patron to friend: "Uh, 'Jim McCloud’s rabbit cooked two ways over artichokes barigoule and squash blossoms' is a main course suggestion, not a double entendre type invitation to my pussy."

Teen busboy: "Yo, once I was in this fancy restaurant, fancier than this, and pâté was on the menu, and my friend said, 'Yo, what the hell is pate?' I was like, 'That's pâté, negro!' for real."

Chick waitress to shocked waiter: "I told her if she won't sign it, I'm gonna dig Daddy up and set him on her porch."

Incredulous drunk guy with ice cream: "Man, I wish this was cocaine."

Girl to guy at next table: "I'll never forget the day my goat got polio...banana rum cake?"

Girl to friend: "Why is this place called 'August'?
Friend: "That's when they opened."

truer words

overheard on dauphine street

Yat #1: "You look so tan!"
Yat #2: "Oh, no dahlin', it's actually just high blood pressure."
Yat #1: "Well, it sure suits

overheard on decatur street

Girl #1: "...Jewish lesbians? Are you kidding me? They don't exist. That's like vampire cowboys...."
Girl #2 "I shit you not Lissa."
Girl #1: (Lissa apparently) "That's like those people that see Jesus in a taco or something, I tell you there is no such thing as a Jew Lez..."
Girl #2: "Whatever... Hey Lissa, do you have an extra pad I could borrow?"
Girl #1: (Lissa apparently) "Borrow?"
(both laugh hysterically)

overheard on toulouse street

(in locker room)
Guy #1: (Scratching ass) "Damn I think I'm allergic to Bounce..."
Guy #2: "Oh, 'Bounce' as in Sissy Nobby? Hey, 'Arch in yo back' dance!"
Guy #1: "Dude you are so local... I pass my 'king of the vague reference' crown to you sir..."
Guy #2: (walking toward showers) "Hollah."

oveheard on bourbon street

Girl: "....So I was all like, 'You don't know what you are doing, do you?' and he was all like 'yuh huh'..."
Girl #2: "I know right?"
Girl: "It was so easy, it wasn't like it was rocket surgery or something..."

overheard on bourbon street

Guy: "Hey, check out that hot girl, I think she is a dominatrix."
Guy #2: "She would totally bend you over her knee and whip your ass man..."
Guy: "Hell yeah!"
Guy#2: "Are you into that?"
Guy: "Yeah sometimes I'm like a real masochist."
Guy #2: (after a long silence) "If you were truly a masochist, wouldn't you suffer more if you didn't get whipped?"

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

quoth the madman

"All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.”
-Otto Dix


"I have raised demons, and the dead.

I have summoned the ghosts of my ancestors to real and visible appearance on the tops of temples built to reach the stars, and built to touch the nethermost cavities of Hades. I have wrestled with the Black Magician, Azag-Thoth, in vain, and fled to the Earth by calling upon Inanna and her brother Marduk, Lord of the double-headed axe.

I have raised armies against the Lands of the East, by summoning the hordes of fiends I have made subject unto me, and so doing found Ngaa, the God of the heathens, who breathes flame and roars like a thousand thunders.

I have found fear."

-The Necronomicon

quoth the madman

“Do not lament, do not cry, do not pretend to be half-dead. You will bear the weight that I place on your shoulders, all of it. I not only wish to abstain from bodily food but I wish to die a thousand times a day, if it were possible in this mortal life of mine.”
-Saint Margaret of Cortona


La mauvaise pensée arrive dans mon âme
En tous lieux, à toute heure, au fort de mes travaux,
Et j'ai beau m'épurer dans un rigoureux blâme
Pour tout ce que le Mal insuffle à nos cerveaux,
La mauvaise pensée arrive dans mon âme.

r écoute malgré moi les notes infernales
Qui vibrent dans mon cœur où Satan vient cogner;
Et bien que j'aie horreur des viles saturnales
Dont l'ombre seulement suffit pour ni'indigner,
J'écoute malgré moi les notes infernales.

LE FANTOME DU GRIME- A Edmond Haraucourt.


“I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.”
-The Castle- Franz Kafka-

Monday, March 22, 2010

tower of silence

A Tower of Silence or Dakhma is a circular, raised structure used by Zoroastrians for exposure of the dead.
Zoroastrian tradition considers a dead body—in addition to cut hair and nail-parings—to be nasu, unclean, i.e. potential pollutants. Specifically, the corpse demon (Avestan: nasu.daeva) was believed to rush into the body and contaminate everything it came into contact with, hence the Vendidad (an ecclesiastical code "given against the demons") has rules for disposing of the dead as "safely" as possible.
To preclude the pollution of earth or fire (see Zam and Atar respectively), the bodies of the dead are placed atop a tower—a tower of silence—and so exposed to the sun and to birds of prey. Thus, "putrefaction with all its concomitant evils" "is most effectually prevented."



Sunday, March 21, 2010

quoth the madman

"People can misinterpret almost anything so that it coincides with views they already hold. They take from art what they already believe."
— Stanley Kubrick

quoth the madman

"It is not the body, nor the personality that is the true self. The true self is eternal. Even on the point of death we can say to ourselves, “my true self is free. I cannot be contained."
— Marcus Aurelius


quoth the madman

"Nothing shall hurt us that is of our own nature - we always walk towards ourselves."
— Austin Osman Spare


I would like…Everywhere and always this desire for solitude, which I dont even understand and which is like an announcement of a sort of death tinged with the taste of the contemplation that accompanies it.

If you know nothing more than this, I would like to be better.

C. the heart starving for unhappiness. Her fury against her body.

July 18. It rains. This morning, the wild Averyron Valley. Work. I no longer endure any attachment, so mad with freedom that more and more I deepen a solitude that can be dangerous. I continuously think of F., my grief.
Evening. Discouraged by myself, by my barren nature.

It is still raining; I am hungry for light as for bread and can no longer stand myself.

The old English lady commits suicide. In her diary, for months, note the same thing every day: “Today nobody came.”

Cordes. August 4. Thoughts of death.

I hesitate to tell you, but what you must do now is nothing more than live like everybody else. You deserve, by what you are, a happiness, a fullness that few people know. Yet today this fullness is not dead, it is a part of life and, to its credit, it reigns over you whether you want it to or not. But in the coming days you must live alone, with this hole, this painful memory. This lifelessness that we all carry inside of us-by us, I mean to say those who are not taken to the height of happiness, and who painfully remember another kind of happiness that goes beyond the memory.
…but no, I wage war with myself and I will destroy myself, or I will be reborn, that is all.

-CAMUS NOTEBOOK ENTRIES - 1954-1959 -Albert Camus

from the house of silence