Thursday, June 27, 2013

Things end.
People leave.
And you know what?
Life goes on.
if bad things didn't happen,
how would you be able
to feel the good ones?


Saturday, June 22, 2013

"I hate common humanity.
This oafish crowd
which tramples the ground
whence my cloud-capped pinnacles might rise.
I am tired of humanity—beyond measure.
Take it away.
This gaping, stinking, bombing,
shooting, throat-slitting,
cringing brawl of gawky,
under-nourished riff-raff.
Clear the earth of them!"
(Keppel from Star Begotten)

(various artists)

Thursday, June 20, 2013

The destruction of the body by fire —
what a cleanly, sanitary, dignified,
yes, heroic conception that was,
compared with abandoning it
to the miserable processes
of decay and assimilation
by the lower forms of life!
For what the fire destroyed
was the more perishable part of the body,
the elements which
even during one’s life
were got rid of by metabolism;
whereas those which
accompanied man through life,
taking least share in the process of change,
those became the ashes,
and with them
the survivors possessed
the deceased’s imperishable part.
(Settembrini from The Magic Mountain)

Monday, June 17, 2013

Most of us to the very end of our lives
are obsessed by infantile cravings
for protection and direction,
and out of these cravings 
come all these impulses 
towards slavish subjection 
to gods, kings, leaders, heroes, bosses,
mystical personifications like the People,
My Country Right or Wrong, the Church,
the Party, the Masses, the Proletariat,

Our imaginations hang on
to some such Big Brother idea
almost to the end.
We will accept almost any self-abasement
rather than step out of the crowd
and be full-grown individuals.

And like all cubs and puppies and larval things,
we are full of fear.
What is the Sense of Sin
but the instinctive fear
of an immature animal?
Oh, we are doing wrong!
We are going to be punished for it!
We are full of fears,
fears of primal curses and mystical sin,
masochistic impulses to sacrifice
and propitiate and kneel and crawl.
It paralyses our happiest impulses.
It fills our world with
mean, cruel, and crazy acts.
(H.G. Wells – Star-begotten)

Friday, June 14, 2013

I am land
I am tree
I am sky
I am me

I am night
I am wind
I am sun
I am sin

I am warm
I am old
I am black
I am cold

I am good
I am art
I am life
I'm the start

All I am
Is all you can be
And all you can be
Has no end to me
(thanks Annita)

(various artists)

Monday, June 10, 2013

"Our excess of egotism!
We all have it.
It is a commonplace to say
man is as over-sexed
as a cageful of monkeys,
but sex is only one manifestation
of his stupendous egotism.

In every respect
he is insanely selfcentred —
beyond any biological need.
No animal, not even a dog,
has the acute self-consciousness,
the incessant, sore,
personal jealousy of a human being.

Fear is linked to this —
there is no clear boundary here —
and so is the hoarding instinct.
The love of property
for its own sake
comes straight out of fear.

This terrified, immature thing
wants to be safe, invincibly safe,
and so,
by the most natural transition,
fear develops into
the craving for possessions
and the craving for power.

From the escape defensive
to the aggressive defensive is a step.
He not only fears other beings,
he hates them, he flies at them.
He fights needlessly.
He is cruel. He loves to conquer.
He loves to persecute… . Man!"
(H.G. Wells - Star Begotten)

(various artists)

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

"Do you know
how a man makes
his way here?

By brilliant genius
or by skilful corruption.

You must either cut your way
through these masses of men
like a cannon ball,
or steal among them
like a plague.

Honesty is nothing to the purpose.
Men bow before the power of genius;
they hate it, and try to slander it,
because genius does not divide the spoil;
but if genius persists, they bow before it.

To sum it all up in a phrase,
if they fail to smother genius in the mud,
they fall on their knees and worship it.
Corruption is a great power in the world,
and talent is scarce.
So corruption is the weapon
of superfluous mediocrity;
you will be made
to feel the point of it everywhere."
(Vautrin from Father Goriot)

(Collision Art by Thomas Robson)

Sunday, June 2, 2013

"When I grow up
there will be a day
when everybody
has to do
what I say."

(art by James Flaxman)