once upon a time ,
in some out of the way corner of that universe
which is dispersed into numberless twinkling solar systems,
there was a star upon which clever beasts invented knowing.
that was the most arrogant and mendacious minute of “world history”,
but nevertheless, it was only a minute.
after nature had drawn a few breaths, the star cooled and congealed,
and the clever beasts had to die.
one might invent such a fable,
and yet he still would not have adequately illustrated how miserable,
how shadowy and transient,
how aimless and arbitrary the human intellect looks within nature
there were eternities during which it did not exist.
and when it is all over with the human intellect, nothing will have happened.
if you refuse to let your own suffering lie upon you even for an hour
and if you constantly try to prevent and forestall
all possible distress way ahead of time
if you experience suffering and displeasure as evil,
hateful, worthy of annihilation,
and as a defect of existence
then it is clear that you harbour in your heart
the religion of comfortableness
how little you know of human happiness,
you comfortable people
for happiness and unhappiness are sisters
and even twins that either grow up together
or as in your case
remain small together
love is the infinite placed within the reach of poodles.
i have my dignity!
louis - ferdinand céline
knowing not how to listen, they know not how to speak
a dry gleam of light is the wisest and best soul
if there were no sun, as far as depended on the other stars it would be night
hubris should be put out more firmly than a fire
if it were not in honour of dionysus that they walk in procession and sing a hymn to the phallus they would be acting distastefully.
hades and dionysus are one, for whom they rave in frenzy
everything is in flux but seek what doesn't change !
remember that you must behave in life as at a dinner party
is anything brought around to you ?
put out your hand and take your share with moderation
does it pass by you ?
don't stop it
is it not yet come ?
don't let your need stretch your hand towards it
but wait till it reaches you.
do this with regard to children, to a wife, to public life, to wealth,
and you will eventually be an equal partner
at the banquets of the gods.
and if you don't even take the things which are set before you,
but are able even to reject them,
then you will not only be a partner at the banquets of the gods,
but also of their empire.
for, by doing this, diogenes, heraclitus and others like them,
and were called,
a contemporary rendering by stephen walton of epictetus's enchiridion
by all means marry
if you get a good wife, you'll be happy
if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher
never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake
the man who follows christ in solitary mourning
is greater than he who praises christ
amid the congregation of men
the best teacher is experience
and not through
someone else's point of view
quote by charles bukowski from his poem “ people as flowers ”
i decide that the only definition of
truth (which changes)
is that it is that thing or act or
belief which the crowd
my comment :
i must be the only truth there is : o)
from friedrich schiller's die kunstler
only through beauty's morning-gate, dost thou penetrate the land of knowledge
“ the teaching gig was a lesson in never again
you were giving out all this energy and nothing was coming back ”
“ the teaching gig was a lesson in never again.
you were giving out all this energy and nothing was coming back ”
i felt in him what women feel in men, something so tender, swollen, tyrannical, absurd; i would never take the consequences of interfering with it
the above quote by alice munro, from lives of girls and women I II
by franz grillparzer from his ‘ notebooks and diaries ’ ( 1811-1816
genius differs from talent not by the amount of original thoughts, but by making the latter fertile and by positioning them properly, in other words, by integrating everything into a whole, whereas talent produces only fragments, no matter how beautiful
a quote from charles bukowski
there is nothing quite like the expectancy of the beginning writer, unless it is the conceit of the successful one
my c o m m e n t
unless it's the bitterness of an unsuccessful one ! : o (
alice munroe encapsulates the writers/mystics dilemma !
she was asked in her nobel prize interview
whether there had ever been periods where she was unable to write ? [25:00]
yah, hm hm hm hm ahh . . i’m trying to think, well i gave up writing just about how long ago was it ? a year, not a year ago yet, but that was a decision ,
that was not wanting to write and not having . . it was more of a decision that i wanted to behave like the rest of the world in the sense that when you are a writer
you are never quite like other people, you are doing some job that other people don’t know you are doing and you can’t talk about it really and you are just finding your way in this secret world and then you are doing something else in the normal world, and i guess i was a little tired of that, though i had done it all my life, absolutely all my life
you don't know the pieces you are missing
for he who lives more lives than one
more deaths than one must die
the last lines of stanza III
of ‘ the ballad of reading gaol ’ by oscar wilde
sorry to be unromantic ,
but as much as I love you and would continue to love you, I am only devoted to the children who don’t exist yet
if you don’t want to see ,
i can’t persuade you !
never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option
i think the hard fact of men and women is that men are never the priority for women, its the illusory shadows of yet to be conceived children they are always chasing !
julius bahnsen's epitaph
vita mea irritus labor
my life is wasted labour
the deepest feeling always shows itself in silence; not in silence, but restraint
the passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease
quote from marianne moore
face by me ! :o)
to expect too much is to have a sentimental view of life and this is a softness that ends in bitterness
truth is not only violated by lies, it may be equally outraged by the witholding of pertinent/relevant information !
the above is a quote
of henri amiel
well from one perspective we are outraged when we are done in by it, from another, the withholding can be be very effective when used by ourselves in an adversarial context !
so when its done to you take note the context is or has turned adversarial !
its interesting about forgiveness, i don’t think you forgive or forget for good reason, but you can move to a more functional space where logic rather than emotion rules . .
people make mistakes, but the trajectory won’t differ, caution and not being too negative are spaces to move forward . . i n t o ! ?
i don't think he ever goes too far, because he is just writing what he is writing from himself, you can never go too far, its infinite what you can say and what you can feel and what you can express, and so its never too far, its always good and looking forward to more, whatever the content is it just gets further and further, but its not shocking, maybe more truthful and i like that
a well trained wife , linda
perhaps more insightful than anything charles ever said !
life is just an endlessly repetitive d a y d r e a m !
what good are explanations ?
everything is just meaningless babble
the less you have to do with people, the better you’ll get along
sickly sweet is like a coin, you turn it over and it becomes sour puss
who wants to understand the poem
must go to the land of poetry
who wishes to understand the poet
must go to the poet’s land
motto of goethe’s west-φstlicher diwan
the diwan translated
by edward dowden
damaged women have relationships with /marry damaged men !
damaged women marry damaged men !
the door would be open if you weren’t so busy slamming it shut !
in the beginning was loss, in the end was loss and in the middle was loss and gain
a broader view of life is both gentler and more rugged !
a broader view of life and oneself is both gentler and more rugged !
form does not substance make
capacity calls in its own defeat !
if we could see our weaknesses clearly, they wouldn’t be weaknesses
there are many questions to which there are no answers, that is, the answer is the direction taken in one’s life
winning territory is only half the battle ,
you then have to hold it !
women give birth to men, men seed women, its just so crazy, isn’t it ?
women are great fishers of men, carefully baiting before the hooks get revealed !
is there such a thing as doing good to others and doing bad to others ?
yes, but both harm and benefit can be unintentional !
education is the adverse re-invention
of intelligence !
i think as a species, we are over habituated
to bullshit !
competence never lasts
it only goes to make a house that is ruined
in the next generation
you are my opponent
but you keep bashing yourself so i just sit back !
the need for people to think shakespeare wrote shakespeare is boring mediocrities needing to think a boring mediocrity like themselves wrote works of genius !
some people have a sort of blindness in respect of concepts, they can see and write the words, but they can’t see the concept !
it is just amazing what we put into the intensiveness
of the best days of our life only to find later it was a complete waste of time
and something we so casually disposed of turned out to be oh so valuable had we persisted !
at a certain point questions can’t be answered as they are really life choices with the answers governed by how they turn out !
hubris imposes a ceiling of mediocrity !
hubris imposes a ceiling of mediocrity
men never understand with women they are simply a means to an end, children !
we think we exist, but we are just a type of dream !
i think i exist, but i am just a type of dream !
exist, but I
am just a type of dream !
words and semantics weave infinitely, you want the interesting patterns !
words and semantics weave indefinitely, you want interesting patterns !
the blind men think
they have complete sight
something to remember about being human, we are the last and not the first hominin species
mostly i don’t intend to be funny and people think i am funny and when i intend to be funny, people get upset !
there is no meaning anywhere, we are just adrift on the streams of life
young men, they love themselves and their mothers love them ,
else does !
all our words drop meaningless into the dark night
once upon a time, many years ago, before the universe or god even, there was a bucket of words and it tipped over self sorting into piles of ascending boredom starting with quality poetry and mysticism, then philosophy, then science and mathematics moving into increasing levels of drivel, stupidity with politics, religion, self improvement, golf and card games
then god came along, amazed at his being just created and thought he should flex his abilities by saying i will create people for all these categories, with the masses at the most boring end and the persecuted geniuses at the most interesting
he walked on smugly self satisfied with what he had done, its my will he thought to himself ! :o)
what is a shameless person ?
one, who not being able to add, never sees the sums !
in the mental health arena there’s two forms of mental illness, the therapists, practitioners and psychiatrists and then there’s the clients
only their own children ever settles women
there’s no sincerity in telling a lie, even if you think its the truth
i think at some point you have to accept that you are not with the crowds, they are going to do nothing for you
be indirect in criticism or face the consequences
religion is literature for dummies
so many times, i have looked at something but was unable to get into it and from looking again, weeks to many years later i walk straight in
dreams are dreams
death is too permanent
everything rolls on in the accident of life
when reason fails, insanity steps in
women are designed to play with men the way a cat plays with a mouse
contemplation is that subtle untwisting and straightening of thought
the trouble with knowledge is it is a wheel that spins and you have to follow each revolution forever
what is writing ?
its something to do with time, it holds more time than we can
religion is a conversion of the true strangeness of infinity into the dull moronacy of mediocracy
religion is the conversion of the true strangeness of infinity into the dull moronacy of mediocracy