Finished my Tanqueray Ten and thirteen others...
A human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe... he experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest -- a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us... Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
-- Albert Einstein (1879-1955)
The secret is not praise. It's just being accepted
at something like the figure where you put your worth
anywhere on the bloody earth,
especially abroad. We must keep our spirits up
_anyhow_. Of course, praise is nice too,
particularly when it comes to a stop.
When it comes to a stop, so one can think 'Yes, that happened.'
It's not so good while going on: an element of incredulity
enters & dominates.
The shadows of the grey ash on my page,
I can't get out of this either to youth or age,
I'm stuck with middle.
_Such_ hard work demands such international thanks
besides better relations with one's various banks,
slightly better.
So many have forgotten me, I forget some
and there will never come a congregation
to see needing Henry home.
-- John Berryman, "Dream Song 340"
Take a chance 'cause you might grow.
Drive back baby to me, fast in your car;
I'm here waiting, crash into me real hard!
-- Gwen Stefani, "Crash"
You know you're only known 'cause of your sex chromosome;
I know it's so messed up how our society all thinks!
Life is short, you're capable!!
Oh... what you waiting for!?
-- Gwen Stefani, "What You Waiting For?"
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment,
You own it, you better never let it go...
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow,
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo...
-- Eminem, "Lose Yourself"
The joy of puissance.
My baby gave me notice to quit,
I just can't get used to it.
-- Elvis Costello, "Lovable"
I can't forget but I don't remember what.
What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept?
What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?
What with this distance it seems so obvious?
-- Alanis Morisette, "Hands Clean"
It must be the thrill of shipping.
...I'd get me four Harajuku girls to (uh huh)
Inspire me and they'd come to my rescue...
I'd dress them wicked, I'd give them names (yeah):
Love, Angel, Music, Baby,
Hurry up and come and save me...
All the riches baby, won't mean anything...
-- Gwen Stefani, "Rich Girl"
Identity is destiny.
From the
Amazon page for Milan Kundera's
Identity:
The central question of Identity: what we think we know about our intimates is predicated on projection, primal yearnings, and the deep denial of life's impermanence.
In some ways, that is
unbearably light.
He flung himself on his horse and rode madly off in all directions.
Am I loud and clear or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've been here so long I think that its time to move
The winter's so cold summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
And I've got some friends some that I hardly know
We've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
-- Rise Against, "Swing Life Away"
Keep away from people who belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.
-- Mark Twain
She's cold and she's cruel
But she knows what she's doin'
Knows just what to say
So my whole day is ruined...
Cause she's bittersweet
She knocks me off of my feet
And I can't help myself...
She's a mystery
She's too much for me
But I keep comin' back for more...
-- Click Five, "Just the Girl"
