1. 4 Jan


    “If this were so; if the desert were ‘home’; if our instincts were forged in the desert; to survive the rigours of the desert - then it is easier to understand why greener pastures pall on us; why possessions exhaust us, and why Pascal’s imaginary man found his comfortable lodgings a prison.” ― Bruce Chatwin, The Songlines

    “If this were so; if the desert were ‘home’; if our instincts were forged in the desert; to survive the rigours of the desert - then it is easier to understand why greener pastures pall on us; why possessions exhaust us, and why Pascal’s imaginary man found his comfortable lodgings a prison.”

    ― Bruce Chatwin, The Songlines

     

  2. 28 Dec


    “Come, gentle night, — come, loving black brow’d night, Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of Heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.” - Juliet, scene ii.

    “Come, gentle night, — come, loving black brow’d night,
    Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die,
    Take him and cut him out in little stars,
    And he will make the face of Heaven so fine
    That all the world will be in love with night,
    And pay no worship to the garish sun.”

    - Juliet, scene ii.

     

  3. 30 Sep



    On the Conduct of the World Seeking Beauty Against Government

    Is that the only way we can become like Indians, like Rhinoceri,
    like Quartz Crystals, like organic farmers, like what we imagine
    Adam & Eve to’ve been, caressing each other with trembling limbs
    before the Snake of Revolutionary Sex wrapped itself round
    The Tree of Knowledge? What would Roque Dalton joke about lately
    teeth chattering like a machine gun as he dabated mass tactics
    with his Companeros? Necessary to kill the Yanquis with big bomb
    Yes but don’t do it by yourself, better consult your mother
    to get the Correct Line of Thought, if not consult Rimbaud once he got his leg cut off
    or Lenin after his second stroke sending a message thru Mrs Krupskaya
    to the rude Georgian, & just before his deathly fit when the Cheka aides
    outside
    his door looked in coldly assuring him his affairs were in good hands no need to move - What sickness at the
    pit of his stomach moved up to
    his brain?
    What thought Khlebnikov on the hungry train exposing his stomach to the
    sun?
    Or Mayakovsky before the bullet hit his brain, what sharp propaganda for
    action
    on the Bureaucratic Battlefield in the Ministry of Collective Agriculture in
    Ukraine?
    What Slogan for Futurist architects or epic hymn for masses of Communist
    Party Card holders in Futurity
    on the conduct of the world seeking beauty against Government?

    - Allen Ginsberg

     

  4. 13 Sep



    La Luna Asoma

    Cuando sale la luna
    se pierden las campanas
    y aparecen las sendas
    impenetrables.
    Cuando sale la luna,
    el mar cubre la tierra
    y el corazón se siente
    isla en el infinito.
    Nadie come naranjas
    bajo la luna llena.
    Es preciso comer
    fruta verde y helada.
    Cuando sale la luna
    de cien rostros iguales,
    la moneda de plata
    solloza en el bolsillo.

    - Federico García Lorca

     

  5. 10 Sep



    Song (I’m Stuck In Traffic)

    I am stuck in traffic in a taxicab
    which is typical
    and not just of modern life

    mud clambers up the trellis of my nerves
    must lovers of Eros end up with Venus
    muss es sein? es muss nicht sein, I tell you

    how I hate disease, it’s like worrying
    that comes true
    and it simply must not be able to happen

    in a world where you are possible
    my love
    nothing can go wrong for us, tell me


    - Frank O’Hara (1960)

     

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  7. 9 Sep



    Madness is the inability to communicate your ideas. It’s as if you were in a foreign country, able to see and understand everything that’s going on around you, but incapable of explaining what you need to know or of being helped, because you don’t understand the language they speak there. We’ve all felt that. And all of us, one way or another, are mad.
    — Paulo Coelho
     

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  9. 3 Sep



    On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations

    You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much 
    To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud 
    And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves. 
    The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch, 
    Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash out loud. 
    The planets seem to interfere in their curves - 
    But nothing ever happens, no harm is done. 
    We may as well go patiently on with our life, 
    And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun 
    For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane. 
    It is true the longest drout will end in rain, 
    The longest peace in China will end in strife. 
    Still it wouldn’t reward the watcher to stay awake 
    In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break 
    On his particular time and personal sight. 
    That calm seems certainly safe to last to-night. 

    - Robert Frost

     

  10. 2 Sep


    New York City. August 18th, 1984.

    New York City. August 18th, 1984.

     

  11. 1 Sep


    “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.” - Humbert (Jeremy Irons), Lolita (1997).

    “Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.”

    - Humbert (Jeremy Irons), Lolita (1997).

     

  12. 31 Aug



    Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be.
    —  J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
     

  13. 31 Aug



    Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it’s time to pause and reflect.
    — Mark Twain