Charles Bukowski, "Horsemeat," from War All The Time: Poems, 1981-1984
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Charles Bukowski, "Horsemeat," from War All The Time: Poems, 1981-1984
A Quote by Henry Rollins
There are so many hammocks to catch you if you fall, so many laws to keep you from experience. All these cities I have been in the last few weeks make me fully understand the cozy, stifling state in which most people pass through life. I don’t want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride. All you do is get to breathe and copulate and finally die. I don’t want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow. I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun - hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks. People will walk by and say, “Look at that drooling idiot. What a basket case.” I will turn and say to them “It is you who are the basket case. For every moment you hated your job, cursed your wife and sold yourself to a dream that you didn’t even conceive. For the times your soul screamed yes and you said no. For all of that. For your self-torture, I see the glowing eyes of the sun! The air talks to me! I am at all times!” And maybe, the passers-by will drop a coin into my cup.
“With every breath in, crystal palaces sprouted from the soil of my mind.”
— Ahmed Salman
The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated
Mark Twain
Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration – that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There’s no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we’re the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the weather.
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Breathing is important in the practice of meditation because it is the faculty in us that is simultaneously voluntary and involuntary. You can feel that you are breathing, and equally you can feel that it is breathing you. So it is a sort of bridge between the voluntary world and the involuntary world — a place where they are one.”
— Alan Watts
Life’s Lil Pleasures Vol. 1 & 2 by Evan Lorenzen
…you and I knew strange corners of life.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
An artist is a creature driven by demons.
William Faulkner
To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow.
William Faulkner
I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.
Albert Camus
We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Doesn’t reincarnation strike you as just another form of procrastination?
Chuck Palahniuk
For the countless hours of that one long moment, they forgot everything important and watched the cloud of white wings twist up into the blue sky.
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“I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.”
— Vincent van Gogh, Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh (via books-n-quotes)
“I used books the way some people use alcohol, to obliterate the noise of the outside world.”
— Graham Joyce