"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the sky and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes, "Awww!"
"Weren't those wonderful names," she said, "the old astronomers gave the places on the moon?" "The Marsh of Corruption. That's the only one I can remember." "Sea of Darkness ... Sea of Tranquility ..."
malcolm lowry Under the Volcano
This life of ours would not cause you sorrow if you thought of it as like the mountain cherry blossoms which bloom and fade in a day.
Midi chante, ô tristesse!... et la merveille est annoncée par ce cri: ô merveille! et ce n'est pas assez d'en rire sous les larmes... "Mais qu'est-ce là, oh! qu'est-ce, en tout chose, qui soudain fait défaut?..." Je sais. J'ai vu. Nul n'en convienne!- Et déjà la journée s'épaissit comme un lait.
( exil, 5 - Saint-John Perse)
i'm touching the essence of your life: a whitening flesh, a smile an inspiration.
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Sir Francis Bacon
"The basis of optimism is sheer terror."
Oscar Wilde
"I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket."
Sylvia Plath
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- Jack Kerouac
"He not busy being born is busy dying."
- Bob Dylan
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"The Marsh of Corruption. That's the only one I can remember."
"Sea of Darkness ... Sea of Tranquility ..."
malcolm lowry
Under the Volcano
This life of ours would not cause you sorrow
if you thought of it as like
the mountain cherry blossoms
which bloom and fade in a day.
poetess Murasaki Shikibu
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Chaos is the score upon which reality is written. -Henry Miller
One of the reasons why so few of us ever act, instead of react, is because we are continually stifling our deepest impulses. -Henry Miller
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et la merveille est annoncée par ce cri: ô merveille!
et ce n'est pas assez d'en rire sous les larmes...
"Mais qu'est-ce là, oh! qu'est-ce, en tout chose, qui soudain fait défaut?..."
Je sais. J'ai vu. Nul n'en convienne!- Et déjà la journée s'épaissit
comme un lait.
( exil, 5 - Saint-John Perse)
i'm touching the essence of your life:
a whitening flesh, a smile
an inspiration.
( Herberto Helder- Love in a visit)
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