Wednesday, April 3, 2013

quoth the madman


"Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.?
 
~ Timothy Leary

quoth the madman


"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional."
~Ernest Hemingway
 

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

quoth the madman


nobody can save you but
yourself.
you will be put again and again
into nearly impossible
situations.
they will attempt again and again
through subterfuge, guise and
force
to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly
inside.


nobody can save you but
yourself
and it will be easy enough to fail
so very easily
but don’t, don’t, don’t.
just watch them.
listen to them.
do you want to be like that?
a faceless, mindless, heartless
being?
do you want to experience
death before death?


nobody can save you but
yourself
and you’re worth saving.
it’s a war not easily won
but if anything is worth winning then
this is it.


think about it.
think about saving your self.


~ Charles Bukowski

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Wonder Showzen
"Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry."
~ J.D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye

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My reflection on this subject starts with childhood memories. One sleeps alone, the adults continue life; the child feels the silence of his bedroom as “rumbling.” It is something resembling what one hears when one puts an empty shell close to the ear, as if the emptiness were full, as if the silence were a noise. It is something one can also feel when one thinks that even if there were nothing, the fact that “there is” is undeniable. Not that there is this or that; but the very scene of being is open: there is. In the absolute emptiness that one can imagine before creation - there is.
~ Emmanuel Levinas - Ethics and Infinity

quoth the madman

Nothing human is finally calculable; even to ourselves we are strange.
~ Gore Vidal

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Only what touches us closely preoccupies us. We prepare in solitude to face it.”
—Edmond Jabès, from The Little Book of Unsuspected Subversion

quoth the madman


I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
Franz Kafka

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When a man dwells on the objects of sense, he creates an attraction for them; attraction develops into desire, and desire breeds anger.
The Dhammapada

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Frida Khalo.
“A ribbon around a bomb”. André Breton
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Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

quoth the madman


If you are caught in another man’s dream, you are lost.
Giles Deleuze

quoth the madman


I am dust…

But when I bathe in your starfire, every fleck of my sand skin burns legends into the crevices between dream and sky.

Tony D. Tramirez

quoth the madman


Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.

James Joyce