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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ac7dd9f | Folly, error, sin, avarice Occupy our minds and labor our bodies, And we feed our pleasant remorse As beggars nourish their vermin. | poetry | Charles Baudelaire | |
| 8fd9a31 | the Devil's hand directs our every move the things we loathed become the things we love; day by day we drop through stinking shades quite undeterred on our descent to Hell. | hell | Charles Baudelaire | |
| 079329b | He sadly resumes his path toward a desert that he knows is similar to the one he just crossed, escorted by the pale phantom they call Reason, who lights up the aridity of his path with a weak lantern, and who, when the thirst of passion comes back from time to time, quenches it with the poison of ennui. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 438984e | I believe that the infinite and mysterious charm that lies in the contemplation of a moving vessel is caused, firstly, by the regularity and symmetry that are among the primordial needs of the human spirit, to the same degree as complication and harmony - and, secondly, by the multiplication and generation of all the imaginary curves and figures produced in space by the real elements of the object. The poetic idea released by this operation.. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| f81f236 | No task is a long one but the task on which one dare not start. It becomes a nightmare. | procrastination nightmare | Charles Baudelaire | |
| b415fbe | Who dares, in front of Love, to mention Hell? Curbed forever be that useless dreamer Who first imagined, in his brutish mind, Of sheer futility the fatuous schemer, Honour with Love could ever be combined. He who in mystic union would enmesh Shadow with warmth, and daytime with the night, Will never warm his paralytic flesh At the red sun of amorous delight. Go, if you wish, and seek some boorish lover: Offer your virgin heart to his .. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 05a0cf8 | Some literary recommendations: James Salter's erotic masterpiece, A Sport and a Pastime; Anais Nin's collections of short stories Delta of Venus and Little Birds; the erotic novels Emanuelle by Emanuelle Arsan and Story of O by Pauline Reage; Harold Brodkey's sexual saga "Innocence"--perhaps the greatest depiction of a session of cunnilingus ever penned; novels by Jerzy Kosinski such as Passion Play and Cockpit; Henry Miller's Under the Roo.. | Ian Kerner | ||
| 7879c01 | A soul is a thing so impalpable, so often useless and sometimes such a nuisance, that the loss of it disturbed me less than if I had lost my visiting card while taking a walk. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| b23b5e4 | The sap rises and, itself a mixture of elements, flowers in a mixture of tones; the trees, the rocks, the granites cast their reflections in the mirror of the water; all the transparent objects seize and imprison colour reflections, both close and distant, as the light passes through them. As the star of day moves, the tones change in value, but always they respect their mutual sympathies and natural hatreds, and continue to live in harmony.. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| a56c407 | Her voice makes perfume when she speaks, Her breath is music faint and low. | voice | Charles Baudelaire | |
| 4660c09 | Am cautat uitarea-n iubire: ce folos! Caci dragostea mi-e numai un pat cu spini, facut Sa dea acestor fete cumplite de baut! | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| ad3a103 | I worship you like night's pavilion, O vase of sadness, o great silent one, And love you more since you escape from me, And since you seem, my night's sublimity, To mock me and increase the leagues that lie Between my arms and blue immensity. I move to the attack, besiege, assail, Like eager worms after a funeral. | Charles Baudelaire | ||
| 1cadf71 | My father used to say there are two kinds of people: the noticers and the noticed | family-relationships family-drama survival-story suspense | Lori Lansens | |
| 614807c | There is nothing so bracing as planning a murder. I recommend it to the weak-willed and those with a leaky sense of self. It is fortifying as a drop of coagulant in a solution. I had planned (The word is too strong. Imagined. Anticipated?) this particular murder for so many years that it had taken on an air of performance and respectability. To understand how a murder can be domesticated and even humdrum may be hard for fans of the pounce o.. | Shelley Jackson | ||
| dd583ca | It's strange to own anything, Beverly thinks, even your flesh, that nobody outside yourself ever touches or sees. | Karen Russell | ||
| 6c36c38 | Faith was a power that arose from inside you, I thought, and doubt was exogenous, a speck in your eye. A black mote from the sad world of adults. | Karen Russell | ||
| 33c4bf1 | Many of the presidents have sworn themselves in to similarly foolish titles: Governor of Cow Pastures, Commanding General of Standing Chickens. | Karen Russell | ||
| 12f3a7f | Rule One: Make friends with death Tailgating in the Antarctic is no joke. We are trying to do nothing less ambitious than reverse the course of history. We want Team Krill to defeat Team Whale. Look, if you want to tailgate in comfort, don't get on the boat. You can buy some quail eggs or snails or whatever you people eat and you can watch the Food Chain Games on your flat TV. Stay in Los Angeles. Hug your wife on your plush banquette. Chee.. | Karen Russell | ||
| 4e79680 | It's go time.' He takes my elbow and gentles me down the planks with such tenderness that I am suddenly very afraid. But there's no sense making the plunge slow and unbearable. I take a running leap down the pier- ... -and launch over the water. It's my favorite moment: when I'm one toe away from flight and my body takes over. The choice is made, but the consequence is still just an inky shimmer beneath me. And I'm flying, I'm rushing to me.. | karen-russell | Karen Russell | |
| d8cd0fd | There were many deficits in our swamp education, but Grandpa Sawtooth, to his credit, taught us the names of whole townships that had been forgotten underwater. Black pioneers, Creek Indians, moonshiners, women, 'disappeared' boy soldiers who deserted their army camps. From Grandpa we learned how to peer beneath the sea-glare of the 'official, historical' Florida records we found in books. "Prejudice," as defined by Sawtooth Bigtree, was a .. | prejudice history | Karen Russell | |
| f2d85d8 | America's great talent, I think, is to generate desires that would never have occurred, natively,... and to make those desires so painfully real that money becomes a fiction, an imaginary means to some concrete end. | Karen Russell | ||
| 1b88441 | I dropped the candies into the children's bags, thinking: You small mortals don't realize the power of your stories. | halloween vampires | Karen Russell | |
| 34cc62c | Burroughs ... his very junkhood an accomplishment beyond a million dollars. | heroin ignu junk junky | Allen Ginsberg | |
| f31a8a6 | Money! Money! Money! shrieking mad celestial money of illusion! Money made of nothing, starvation, suicide! Money of failure! Money of death! Money against Eternity! and eternity's strong mills grind out vast paper of Illusion! | money illusion | Allen Ginsberg | |
| af35b56 | No point writing when the spirit doth not lead. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| a538902 | By the 'best minds' Ginsberg meant the dropouts, poets, musicians and world travellers, as opposed to doctors and lawyers. He understood that Wrong Planet people tend to pick up better communication skills, have greater visualisation, and can adapt to changing circumstances quicker than Rag, Tag & Bobtail. | allen-ginsberg beat-generation beat-poet ginsberg | Karl Wiggins | |
| 3c1a32d | Allen Ginsberg--sitting amid a huddle of Yippies off to the right--began chanting again, as he had all evening: "Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare...." Ginsberg believed; he believed in everything--in democracy, in socialism, in communism, in anarchism, in Ezra Pound's idealistic variety of fascist economics, in Buckminster Fuller's technological Utopia, in D. H. Lawrence's return to preindustrial pastoralism, and in Hindu.. | Robert Shea | ||
| 4968b6d | I want to see you. I feel more and more at with you now actually than ever before, I feel you more, actually more clarity, more confidence, more trust. | love-quotes love feeling-at-home longing-for-love longing-for-someone jack-kerouac | Allen Ginsberg | |
| 1fbb2d1 | The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love. Who can deny? In dreams it touches the body, in thought constructs a miracle, in imagination anguishes till born in human - looks out of the heart burning with purity - for the burden of life is love, but we carry the weight wearily, and so must rest in the arms of love at last, must rest in the ar.. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 59fc837 | Naomi: 'And when we die we become an onion, a cabbage, a carrot, or a squash, a vegetable.' I come downtown from Columbia and agree. She reads the Bible, thinks beautiful thoughts all day. 'Yesterday I saw God. What did he look like? Well, in the afternoon I climbed up a ladder--he has a cheap cabin in the country, like Monroe, N.Y. the chicken farms in the wood. He was a lonely old man with a white beard. 'I cooked supper for him. I made .. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| a9bbc55 | We're stuck in our Selves, And who else to be stuck in? - | selfhood | Allen Ginsberg | |
| bc3c032 | One of Allen Ginsberg's T-shirts said, "Well, while I'm here, I'll do the work. And what's the work? To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow." | Philip Glass | ||
| 3d04593 | The whole blear world of smoke and twisted steel around my head in a railroad car, and my mind wandering past the rust into futurity: I saw the sun go down in a carnal and primeval world, leaving darkness to cover my railroad train because the other side of the world was waiting for dawn. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 81a2403 | Assuming I am mad (Ha!) god, how I must have suffered to go mad. And all the time I was calling to people to save me and no one put out his hand and held it. This is like suicide, only I am alive and looking out of this living death I can see the people weep and feel sorry. Alas, nobody even weeps. It's all a dream. | suicide going-mad jack-kerouac suicide-thoughts | Allen Ginsberg | |
| f6edd0b | I'm alone in the sky where there's nothing to lose The Sun's not eternal That's why there's the blues Majestical jailhouse our Joy's in the Cage Hearts full of hatred will outlast my old age | political life-lessons ginsberg | Allen Ginsberg | |
| 7561311 | Gregory Corso, Allen Ginsberg, and William Burroughs were all my teachers, each one passing through the lobby of the Chelsea Hotel, my new university. | Patti Smith | ||
| 349c0b7 | the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death, and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America's naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies .. | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 3266868 | Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower? | Allen Ginsberg | ||
| 3cf4b66 | Over. Done. Gone. | Wen Spencer | ||
| ef8fdf0 | It was all horribly ironic that she felt like she would need to be insane to believe the proof that she had never been crazy. | Wen Spencer | ||
| 79372ae | I'm so sick of these wussy princesses and evil women. We've done the evil witches of Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel, the evil queen of Snow White and the evil stepmother of Cinderella. Is this some kind of campaign against femininity? Our choices are the evil and usually ugly powerful female or the helpless princess, desired just for her beauty? And what the heck is this shit about evil stepmothers anyway? | Wen Spencer | ||
| 6d689e3 | Everything ends. It does. Sooner or later. This - all this - it has to end sometime. | Tony Parsons | ||
| 201ff2e | Sometimes I think that love is a case of mistaken identity. | Tony Parsons | ||
| 0d9a450 | Devoid of the poetry of madness. | Elaine Showalter |