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You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it, Anton: I never saved anything for the swim back.
Vincent, Gattaca
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You want to know how I did it? This is how I did it, Anton: I never saved anything for the swim back.
Vincent, Gattaca
"The whole world is composed of opposites, and it derives its coherence from its incoherences."
— Gracián
"If God had wanted me otherwise, He would have created me otherwise."
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Antonio Machado: Traveller, There Is No Path
Everything passes on and everything remains,
But our lot is to pass on,
To go on making paths,
Paths across the sea.
I never sought glory,
Nor to leave my song
In the memory of man;
I love those subtle worlds,
Weightless and graceful,
As bubbles of soap.
I like to watch as they paint themselves
In sunlight and scarlet, floating
Beneath the blue sky, trembling
Suddenly then popping…
I never sought glory.
Traveller, your footprints
Are the path and nothing more;
Traveller, there is no path,
The path is made by walking.
By walking the path is made
And when you look back
You'll see a road
Never to be trodden again.
Traveller, there is no path,
Only trails across the sea…
Some time past in that place
Where today the forests are dressed in barbs
A poet was heard to cry
"Traveller, there is no path,
The path is made by walking…"
Beat by beat, verse by verse…
The poet died far from home.
He lies beneath the dust of a neighbouring land.
As he walked away he was seen to weep.
"Traveller, there is no path,
The path is made by walking…"
Beat by beat, verse by verse…
When the goldfinch cannot sing,
When the poet is a pilgrim,
When prayer will do us no good.
"Traveller, there is no path,
The path is made by walking…"
Beat by beat, verse by verse.
"The world is a comedy to those that think; a tragedy to those who feel."
— Horace Walpole
The alt-right:
"I believe that obsessive contemplation of our inhumanities can end up convincing us of the inevitability of our badness, and that we likely do ourselves a grave disservice by staying riveted by top-of-the-hour, ad nauseam “proof” that humans always have steadily pursued (and, the spurious logic goes, thus always will pursue) the bloody businesses of genocide, state-sponsored war, terrorism, and individual acts of sadism across space and time. I agree that if we don’t turn our attention away–or at least broaden our focus–we run the risk of floating further and further into the state described by Walter Benjamin as “an alienation that has reached such a degree that [mankind] can experience its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order.”
maggie nelson, the art of cruelty: a reckoning
'Observe, Chagatai, the protagonist of every work of fiction is Humanity, and the antagonist is God.'
— Ada Palmer
A year ago,
a lover ago, everywhere I looked I thought
there was no beauty I could again belong to.
And now I see that what is beautiful
is what precisely I have nothing to do with.
Like this jolie-laide duck skanking through
the reeds of Echo Park, his bill fat with stolen food.
I want to trust my own joy like that. More fully,
I mean, more thoughtlessly and sweet.
—Kyle Dacuyan, “I Am No Angeleno,”
As a Gay Man™ this warmed my heart. Thank you.Quote:
"If God had wanted me otherwise, He would have created me otherwise."
When we limit identity to consumer choices, it makes us more knowable to others in this datafied form than we are to ourselves. But being scored through our data also feeds the fantasy that we are essentially knowable, that we can know ourselves completely and totally, taking into account all the implications and ramifications of the various traits we possess. Algorithms promise a simple solution to the riddle of the self, should we want one. They promise the certainty that data alone suffices to make a self — just generate data and you are significant, a somebody, a unique identification number at the very least. One can accept the ready pleasure of consumerism rather than pursue the freedom of autonomy, which is always imperfect and requires boundless innovation in our techniques of resistance. We can learn the secret of ourselves, as long as we consent to be controlled.
Sick of Myself, Rob Horning.
All my life I have overheard, all my life I have listened to what people will let slip when they think you are part of their we. A we is so powerful. It is the most corrupt and formidable institution on earth. its hands are full of the crispest and most persuasive currency. Its mouth is full of received, repeating language. The we closes its ranks to protect the space inside it, where the air is different. It does not protect people. It protects its own shape.
—“Priestdaddy,” Patricia Lockwood
what I like to call the "don't call me on my shit and I won't call you on yours" dynamic
i.e.: the road to perdition, ironically recast as some kind of "love"
I love that quote in general because it so accurately captures how it feels so good but at the same time causes so much harm. its just laziness. hence why "not caring" becomes some kind of virtue to these types. "I don't care, I don't care--I'm safe in my group"--proceeds to do evil shit to preserve that "safety." "I don't care, I don't care..." yeah, we know you don't
In general, I think we need to move away from the premise that being a good person is a fixed immutable characteristic and shift towards seeing being good as a practice. And it is a practice that we carry out by engaging with our imperfections. We need to shift towards thinking that being a good person is like being a clean person. Being a clean person is something you maintain and work on every day.We don’t assume ‘I am a clean person therefore I don’t need to brush my teeth.’ When someone suggests to us that we have something stuck in our teeth we don’t say to them ‘What do you mean I have something stuck in my teeth–but I’m a clean person?!’
Jay Smooth in his TED speech “how I learned to stop worrying and love discussing race”
''An “acting” connects the “there and then” with the “here and now”, the depth with the surface, the unconscious with the conscious, the implicit memory with the explicit memory, informing, forming and reforming the mind. They increase cognition and feeling determining a higher intelligence of the mind.''
"You are quite right, I changed my mind and do no longer speak of “radical evil.” … It is indeed my opinion now that evil is never “radical,” that it is only extreme, and that it possesses neither depth nor any demonic dimension. It can overgrow and lay waste the whole world precisely because it spreads like a fungus on the surface. It is “thought-defying,” as I said, because thought tries to reach some depth, to go to the roots, and the moment it concerns itself with evil, it is frustrated because there is nothing. That is its “banality.” Only the good has depth that can be radical."
— Hannah Arendt
Since you want to know my opinion about astrology, I can tell you that I've been interested in this particular activity of the human mind since more than 30 years. As I am a psychologist, I am chiefly interested in the particular light the horoscope sheds on certain complications in the character. In cases of difficult psychological diagnosis I usually get a horoscope in order to have a further point of view from an entirely different angle. I must say that I very often found that the astrological data elucidated certain points which I otherwise would have been unable to understand. (This sentence was in a letter written to Hindu astrologer, B.V. Raman, September 6th, 1947)
Astrology would be an excellent example of manifest synchronicity if it had at its disposal thoroughly tested findings. But at least there are some facts thorougly tested and backed up by a wealth of statistics which make the astrological problem seem worthy of philosphical investigation. (Psycholody has no difficulty in recognizing this, since astrology represents the summation of all the psychological knowledge of antiquity.) The Secret of the Golden Flower, by Richard Wilhelm, commentary by C.G. Jung, pg 142
"I hate quotations. Tell me what you know."
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Gai Eaton, Remembering God
Trauma victims cannot recover until they become familiar with and befriend the sensations in their bodies. Being frightened means that you live in a body that is always on guard. Angry people live in angry bodies. The bodies of child-abuse victims are tense and defensive until they find a way to relax and feel safe. In order to change, people need to become aware of their sensations and the way that their bodies interact with the world around them. Physical self-awareness is the first step in releasing the tyranny of the past.
—Bessel A. van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma
You have to try you have to care for me you are my friend I love you.
Atreyu, The Neverending Story
'"It's not about the cards you're dealt, but how you play the hand."
Randy Pausch
"Life will give you whatever experience is most helpful for the evolution of your consciousness. How do you know this is the experience you need? Because this is the experience you are having at the moment."
Eckhart Tolle
Nobody is good, nobody is righteous- but in our awareness of that, we can ironically yet sincerely bring forth real serious change to transform the parts others find "evil" in ourselves, that we previously shrugged off in all defiance. We can empathically see ourselves how others see us- and then strive to truly become better.
-Me. (Narcissistically Yours)
You cannot hope to defeat me!
Wraith, Stargate Atlantis "The Defiant One"
"Is it crazy to act crazy in a crazy situation? It has logic. It may even have dignity if dignity is what hallmarks the human spirit and preserves it." - Jeanette Winterson
"People get the experience they deserve."
— Eckhart Tolle
...Well, that's what I would've said if I were Eckhart Tolle.
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Richard Siken
As soon as you look at the world through an ideology you are finished. No reality fits an ideology. Life is beyond that. That is why people are always searching for a meaning to life. But life has no meaning; it cannot have meaning because meaning is a formula; meaning is something that makes sense to the mind. Every time you make sense out of reality, you bump into something that destroys the sense you made. Meaning is only found when you go beyond meaning. Life only makes sense when you perceive it as mystery and it makes no sense to the conceptualizing mind.
— Anthony de Mello
"My friend Rudi once said, in regards to her uncle who refused to see his mother on her deathbed because he was ‘afraid he couldn’t handle it,’ ‘What does it mean to 'handle something?’ You cry a lot? Maybe get drunk a bunch? Get your fucking act together.’ This never occurred to me: even not coping is coping. You’re doing it right. Nobody ever died of a feeling; no feeling is ever going to be the last feeling, even if you desperately want it to be, so try engine flooding 'em all. Go hard or go home."
—Lola Pellegrino
SFC Cunningham: You didn't used to play baseball did ya? Shit, I know you. You're Merrill Hess! I was there the day you hit that 507-footer over the left field wall, set the record. Man, that thing had a motor on it. It's still the record right?
Merrill: Got the bat at home on the wall.
SFC Cunningham: You've got two minor league home-run records, don't ya?
Merrill: Five.
SFC Cunningham: Why weren't you in the pros making stacks of cash and getting your toes licked by beautiful women?
Lionel Prichard: 'Cause he has another record most people don't know about. He has the minor league strikeout record.
Merrill: Hello Lionel.
Lionel Prichard: Merrill's a class-A screw up. He would just swing that bat as hard as he could every time. Didn't matter what the coaches said, didn't matter who was on base. He would just whip that bat through the air as hard as he could. Looked like a lumberjack chopping down a tree. Merrill here has more strikeouts than any two players.
SFC Cunningham: You really got the strikeout record?
Merrill: Felt wrong not to swing.
I love that because some of the greatest home run hitters also are up there for most strike outs. "Felt wrong not to swing" Have you seen SIGNS?
“The great mistake is to anticipate the outcome of the engagement; you ought not to be thinking of whether it ends in victory or defeat. Let nature take its course, and your tools will strike at the right moment.”
― Bruce Lee
That was that movie. Merrill had great baseball skills but they had a more important purpose than hitting baseballs. Reminds me of Superman and his dad. Superman says he could tear all these guys apart. Score a touchdown every time. And his dad told him he doesn't know why Superman is here but it isn't to play football.
So Merrill is a failed player but if he didn't fail he never would have been there to save his family. Swing away. His tools struck at the right moment.
Can't rain all the time…
Brandon Lee as Eric Draven, The Crow
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The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?
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Pfft
I love cocaine!
Leslie Chow, The Hangover III
"From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—"
-- EDGAR ALLAN POE
"On the boundary between mind and spirit, words are birds; the mind takes flight."
There is so much more to you than you know. Not just pain and anger. There is good, too.
I felt it. When you can access all of that, you will possess a power no one can match. Not even me.
Professor Charles Xavier, X-Men First Class
“She kept to herself most of the time, and I suppose I couldn’t blame her for that. It was not hard for her to make friends, it was actually easy, if that is what she wanted.
She did not have many confidants, either for lack of trust, or because people just couldn’t get her. She was not one to waste her time or breath trying to explain herself to those who view themselves as preachers of righteousness.
There were things she had been through, terrible things, and you could see her wars dripping from her fingertips.
I think there was a part of her that enjoyed listening to others; she would rather take on their battles than given her own. A soldier to the end.
She did talk sometimes of certain moments in her life that burned holes in her soul, and when she did it always sounded as if she was laughing. Like life had tried its best to break her, and the devil himself had no idea what to do with her.
I think back on a night kind of like this, it was a bit too dark, even for the darkness, and the clouds hung low with thunder looming inside of them. It was about to rain, you could smell it coming, and that is when I wanted to go to her, but I didn’t want to, because she would say things, things that would echo in my mind forever.
Lightning struck, and the rain began in a slow rhythmic tumble from the sky. She did not turn to look at me, she kept her head tilted to the sky when she said,
“Turn loose your wolves, and I will give them a home in me.”
-- LL Musings
I've been trying to control you since the day we met, and look where that's got us...
everything that happens now is in your hands. I have faith in you, Raven.
Professor Charles Xavier, Days of Future Past
Teal'c: "He's concealing something"
O'Neil: "Like what?"
Teal'c: "I don't know, he's concealing it"
The Animal Model of Inescapable Shock
If an animal has previously suffered escapable shock, and then she suffers inescapable shock, she will be happier than if she has previously not suffered escapable shock — for if she hasn’t, she will only know about being shocked inescapably.
But if she has been inescapably shocked before, and she is put in the conditions where she was inescapably shocked before, she will behave as if being shocked, mostly. Her misery doesn’t require acts. Her misery requires conditions.
If an animal is inescapably shocked once, and then the second time she is dragged across the electrified grid to some non-shocking space, she will be happier than if she isn’t dragged across the electrified grid. The next time she is shocked, she will be happier because she will know there is a place that isn’t an electrified grid. She will be happier because rather than just being dragged onto an electrified grid by a human who then hurts her, the human can then drag her off of it.
If an animal is shocked, escapably or inescapably, she will manifest deep reactions of attachment for whoever has shocked her. If she has manifested deep reactions of attachment for whoever has shocked her, she will manifest deeper reactions of attachment for whoever has shocked her and then dragged her off the electrified grid. Perhaps she will develop deep feelings of attachment for electrified grids. Perhaps she will develop deep feelings of attachment for what is not the electrified grid. Perhaps she will develop deep feelings of attachment for dragging. She may also develop deep feelings of attachment for science, laboratories, experimentation, electricity, and informative forms of torture.
If an animal is shocked, she will manufacture an analgesic response. These will be incredible levels of endogenous opioids. This will be better than anything. Then later, there will be no opioids, and she will go back to the human who has shocked her looking for more opioids. She will go to the shocking condition — called “science” — and there in the condition she will flood with endogenous opioids, along with cortisol and other things which feel arousing.
Eventually all arousal will feel like shock. She will not be steady, though, in her self-supply of analgesic. She will not always be able to dwell in science, as much as she now believes she loves it.
Anne Boyer
The wall just got ten feet taller.
Donald Trump, President of the United States
It's about someone who helped me through a lot and I thought she felt the same way that I did and then she really let me down.
Corey Taylor, about Snuff
Peter: Your antenna, what are they for?
Mantis: Their purpose?
Drax: Yes. Quill and I have a bet.
Peter: You're not supposed to say that…
Drax: I say: if you are about to go through a doorway that is too low, your antenna will feel this and keep you from being decapitated.
Peter: Right, and if it's anything other than specifically being decapitated by a doorway, I win.
Mantis: They are not for feeling doorways!
Dewey: Why is he smoking two cigarettes?
Reese: Those are his eyes.
"To be a god can ultimately become boring and degrading. There'd be reason enough for the invention of free will! A god might wish to escape into sleep and be alive only in the unconscious projections of his dream-creatures."
Frank Herbert
Glendower:
I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
Hotspur:
Why, so can I, or so can any man;
But will they come when you do call for them?
-Henry IV, Shakespeare
DAD: Sam, I know you've denied yourself the experience because you think it must inevitably end in pain and loneliness.
It's time to let go of the things that prevent you from finding happiness. You deserve to love someone and be loved in return.
Stargate SG-1, Season 7 Episode 13
THIS is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,—
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
-Emily Dickinson
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Finished that for you.
I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it—
Came out with a fortune last fall,—
Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn’t all.
There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;
It’s luring me on as of old;
Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting
So much as just finding the gold.
It’s the great, big, broad land ’way up yonder,
It’s the forests where silence has lease;
It’s the beauty that thrills me with wonder,
It’s the stillness that fills me with peace.
"Tyrion: Let me give you some advice bastard. Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you."
GoT, George RR Martin
"The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool."
As You Like It, William Shakespeare
"I don't want to deny the crucial part that seeing plays in sexuality. But there's a great difference in being seen as oneself naked, or seeing another in that way, and a body being put on display. To be naked is to be without disguise. To be on display is to have the surface of one's own skin, the hairs of one's own body, turned into a disguise, a disguise which cannot be discarded."
"Their nudity is another form of dress. They are condemned to never being naked. With their clothes off, they are as formal as with their clothes on."
John berger speaking in ways of seeing, fucking nailing it. This is why I've said collecting pictures of attractive ppl or watching porn is not "sx" and he put it in words <3
Also makes me think of types as a disguise.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVbICGqN1os
"Dont eyeball me."
The society that separates its scholars from its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting by fools.
Thucydides, History of the Peloponnesian War (ca 410 BCE)
A lover's a liar,
To himself he lies,
The truthful are loveless,
Like oysters their eyes!
Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle
On inquiring into the origin of the philologist I find:
- A young man cannot have the slightest conception of what the Greeks and Romans were.
- He does not know whether he is fitted to investigate into them;
- And, in particular, he does not know to what extent, in view of the knowledge he may actually possess, he is fitted to be a teacher. What then enables him to decide is not the knowledge of himself or his science; but
- (a) imitation
- (b) The convenience of carrying on a kind of work which he had begun at school.
- (c) His intention of earning a living.
In short, ninety-nine philologists out of a hundred should not be philologists at all.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Great quote, but not Aristotle.
http://quoteinvestigator.com/2015/01/09/say-nothing/
I quoted this in my signature a long time ago. A certain user seems to have really laughably misinterpreted at the time I did that, although I won't detract this thread that way now.
I am sitting with a philosopher in the garden; he says again and again 'I know that that’s a tree', pointing to a tree that is near us. Someone else arrives and hears this, and I tell him: 'This fellow isn’t insane. We are only doing philosophy.' ~ Ludwig Wittgenstein
I love Bruce Springsteen. Him and his father fought. His dad said the army will make a man out of you. And when Bruce failed his Vietnam physical his father was actually glad.
This is ah… When I was growing up, me and my dad used to go at it all the time over almost anything. But, ah, I used to have really long hair, way down past my shoulders. I was 17 or 18, oh man, he used to hate it. And we got to where we’d fight so much that I’d, that I’d spent a lot of time out of the house; and in the summertime it wasn’t so bad, ‘cause it was warm, and my friends were out, but in the winter, I remember standing downtown where it’d get so cold and, when the wind would blow, I had this phone booth I used to stand in. And I used to call my girl, like, for hours at a time, just talking to her all night long. And finally I’d get my nerve up to go home. I’d stand there in the driveway and he’d be waiting for me in the kitchen and I’d tuck my hair down on my collar and I’d walk in and he’d call me back to sit down with him. And the first thing he’d always ask me was what did I think I was doing with myself. And the worst part of it was that I could never explain to him.
I remember I got in a motorcycle accident once and I was laid up in bed and he had a barber come in and cut my hair and, man, I can remember telling him that I hated him and that I would never ever forget it. And he used to tell me: “Man, I can’t wait till the army gets you. When the army gets you they’re gonna make a man out of you. They’re gonna cut all that hair off and they’ll make a man out of you.”
And this was, I guess, ’68 when there was a lot of guys from the neighbourhood going to Vietnam. I remember the drummer in my first band coming over to my house with his marine uniform on, saying that he was going and that he didn’t know where it was. And a lot of guys went, and a lot of guys didn’t come back. And the lot that came back weren’t the same anymore. I remember the day I got my draft notice. I hid it from my folks and three days before my physical me and my friends went out and we stayed up all night and we got on the bus to go that morning and man we were all so scared… And I went, and I failed. I came home [audience cheers], it’s nothing to applaud about… I remember coming home after I’d been gone for three days and walking in the kitchen and my mother and father were sitting there and my dad said: “Where you been?” and I said, uh, “I went to take my physical.” He said “What happened?” I said “They didn’t take me.” And he said: “That’s good.”
The dogs on main street howl,
'cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man,
And I believe in a promised land.
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There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand its ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted
"Thus, you will never find in all nature two identical objects; in the natural order, therefore, two and two can never make four, for, to attain that result, we must combine units that are exactly alike, and you know that it is impossible to find two leaves alike on the same tree, or two identical individuals in the same species of tree.
That axiom of your numeration, false in visible nature, is false likewise in the invisible universe of your abstractions, where the same variety is found in your ideas, which are the objects of the visible world extended by their interrelations; indeed, the differences are more striking there than elsewhere."
— Honoré de Balzac
“The only difference between me and a madman is that I am not mad.”
— Salvador Dalí
"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting"
-William Wordsworth
Marlowe has often been described as a spy, a brawler, and a heretic, as well as a "magician", "duellist", "tobacco-user", "counterfeiter", and "rakehell".
I turned myself into a pickle, Morty! Boom! Big reveal: I'm a pickle.
What do you think about that? I turned myself into a pickle!
W-what are you just staring at me for, bro.
I turned myself into a pickle, Morty!
Pickle Rick, Rick and Morty
“The Reality of The Other Person Lies Not In What He Reveals To You, But What He Cannot Reveal To You.
Therefore, If You Would Understand Him, Listen Not To What He Says, But Rather To What He Does Not Say.”
― Kahlil Gibran
one’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating,shall occur
no death and any quantity;but than
all numerable mosts the actual more
minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth-beware of heartless them
(given the scalpel,they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)
one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt,repaying life they’re loaned;
we(by a gift called dying born)must grow
deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
All lose,whole find
– e.e. cummings
For in spite of itself any movement that thinks and acts in terms of an ‘ism becomes so involved in reaction against other ‘isms that it is unwittingly controlled by them. For it then forms its principles by reaction against them instead of by a comprehensive, constructive survey of actual needs, problems, and possibilities.
John Dewey, Experience & Education
This is a song about how sometimes you reach a point where you know they’re going to kill you. And when you come to that point, for a while, you feel resentful about it because you don’t want to die. But then, you start to really settle into your role as the person who must be killed and start to say to yourself, ‘Yeah, when they kill me, I hope my blood gets on them. That’s going to be awesome; to see the gore from my innards spattering their guilty, filthy faces as they destroy me from top to bottom. Man, I wish they would do it today. They just need to stop putting it off. They think I don’t know that they’re coming.’
John Darnielle introducing Heretic Pride, The Pabst Theater on 2008-10-14
Quotes By Famous Serial Killers
“To me, this world is nothing but evil, and my own evil just happened to come out cause of the circumstances of what I was doing.” – Aileen Wuornos
“I like children, they are tasty.”- Albert Fish
“When this monster entered my brain, I will never know, but it is here to stay. How does one cure himself? I can’t stop it, the monster goes on, and hurts me as well as society. Maybe you can stop him. I can’t.” – Dennis Rader, The BTK Killer
“You eat meat with your teeth and you kill things that are better than you are, and in the same respect you say how bad and even killers that your children are. You make your children what they are.” – Charles Manson
“With a girl, there’s a lot left in the girl’s body without a head. Of course, the personality is gone.”- Edmund Kemper
“I was born with the devil in me. I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing..I was born with the evil one standing as my sponsor beside the bed where I was ushered into the world, and he has been with me since.” – H.H. Holmes
“My consuming lust was to experience their bodies.I viewed them as objects, as strangers. It is hard for me to believe a human being could have done what I’ve done.” – Jeffrey Dahmer
“A clown can get away with murder.”- John Wayne Gacy
“We’ve all got the power in our hands to kill, but most people are afraid to use it. The ones who aren’t afraid, control life itself.” – Richard Ramirez
“We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere. and there will be more of your children dead tomorrow. ” – Ted Bundy
“The demons wanted my penis.” – David Berkowitz
“Even when she was dead, she was still bitching at me. I couldn’t get her to shut up!” – Edmund Kemper
Of one Essence is the human race,
Thusly has Creation put the Base;
One Limb impacted is sufficient,
For all Others to feel the Mace.
― Saadi Shirazi
"Have no fear of perfection – you'll never reach it."
― Salvador Dalí
“There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory
"Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge.
It requires no accountability, no understanding.
The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding."
— Plato, The Republic
INTERVIEWER
Do you think of yourself as having a relationship with God?
CARSON
No. But that’s not bad. I think in the last few years, since I’ve been working on Decreation and reading a lot of mystics, especially Simone Weil, I’ve come to understand that the best one can hope for as a human is to have a relationship with that emptiness where God would be if God were available, but God isn’t. So, sad fact, but get used to it, because nothing else is going to happen.
INTERVIEWER
He’s not available because he chooses to remove himself or he’s not available because he doesn’t exist?
CARSON
Neither. He’s not available because he’s not a being of a kind that would fit into our availability. “Not knowable,”as the mystics would say. And knowing is what a worshiper wants to get from God—the sense of being in an exchange of knowledge, knowing and being known. It’s what anybody wants from any relationship of love, and the relationship with God is supposed to be one of love. But I don’t think any kind of knowing is ever going to materialize between humans and gods.
INTERVIEWER
Is it stymied because of the nature of the beast?
CARSON
Because of the difference of the two orders. If God were knowable, why would we believe in him?
-Anne Carson, The Art of Poetry No. 88
I want to fuck until my dick falls off.
I want to fuck a horse and I want to drink it's blood.
Robert De Niro, Dirty Grandpa
"Observation is a dying art."
– Stanley Kubrick
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars.
T. S. Eliot, The Hollow Men
I would move Heaven and Hell and anything in between to get to you.
You wouldn't be safe anywhere if I was mad at you.
And that's not bull; that's truth. I've went up against people.
You could pull a gun on me and if I'm mad at you I'm coming forward.
You'd have to shoot me to stop me and if you don't kill me...
you're stupid cause the next time you see me I will kill you.
Richard Kuklinski, The Iceman Confesses: Secrets of a Mafia Hitman