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We stuck to who we were at Motown, and the world came around.~ Berry Gordy Jr.

 

 

 

cannot kill ignorance

[have been ill for the last 2 weeks and still recovering from bronchitis]
“The ever more sophisticated weapons piling up in the arsenals of the wealthiest and the mightiest can kill the illiterate, the ill, the poor and the hungry, but they cannot kill ignorance, illness, poverty or hunger.” ― Fidel Castro

know where uz goin

“Tourists don’t know where they’ve been, travelers don’t know where they’re going.” – Paul Theroux

Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun,
by the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.!~~~~~Robert Service

BY ROBERT W. SERVICE
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.

Dancing Queen

“Night falls over Machu Picchu to the sound of Abba's 'Dancing Queen'.” ― Michael Palin, Full circle

“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road>>>>"yahoo got my new CAN-passport"

FAKE or Flake

“* *Do remember that dishonesty and cowardice always have to be paid for.*Don’t imagine that for years on end you can make yourself the boot-licking propagandist of the hypocritical cloak-régimes, or any other bull-shite-régimes, and then suddenly return to mental decency. Once a whore, always a whore.” ― George Orwell, As I Please: 1943-1945

 

“He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it.” ― George Orwell

 

 You ain't gonna cling to me
Man taker, born faker
I ain't so blind I can't see

Law of Sins

“Now everything that you do is written in red or black in Angel Gabriel's book. Not for everyone is this record kept, but only for those who have taken a position of responsibility. There is a Law of Sins, and if you do not fulfil all your obligations, you will pay.” ― G.I. Gurdjieff

 

“The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself.” ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

SLEEPing Man

sleep-pin mang

alone to the alone-Memoirs

“Life is the flight of the alone to the alone.” ― Plotinus

“You don't reason with intellectuals. You shoot them.” ― Napoleon Bonaparte, Napoleon's Memoirs

 

impacted stool

“My stomach hurts, but if it's guilt or impacted stool, I can't tell. Either way, I'm so full of shit.” ― Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

 

As time would prove

“As time would prove, he had written one of the great, enduring documents of the American Revolution. The constitution of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts is the oldest functioning written constitution in the world.” ― David McCullough, John Adams

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HSwfS_dk2Y

You shall be my pet

“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.” ― Anaïs Nin

“You shall be my pet, and my poppet, and my dearest little duck all the days of your life.” ― Anthony Trollope, Can You Forgive Her?

St.-Paddies

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1gxKLdjUvE

May the frost never afflict your spuds. May the outside leaves of your cabbage always be free from worms. May the crow never pick your haystack, and may your donkey always be in foal.

Vincent van Gone, The Letters

“The lamps are burning and the starry sky is over it all.” ― Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh

 

Among eye-flies

 

“Sensuality, as long as it is straightforward did not repel him, but this derived sensuality - the sort that classes a mistress among motor-cars if she is beautiful, and among eye-flies if she isn't - was alien to his own emotions . . . It was, in a new form, the old, old trouble that eats the heart out of every civilization: snobbery, the desire for possessions, creditable appendages; and it is to escape this rather than the lusts of the flesh that the saints retreat into the Himalayas.” ― E.M. Forster, A Passage to India

“It seems obvious, looking back, that the artists of Weimar Germany and Leninist Russia lived in a much more attenuated landscape of media than ours, and their reward was that they could still believe, in good faith and without bombast, that art could morally influence the world. Today, the idea has largely been dismissed, as it must in a mass media society where art's principal social role is to ...be investment capital, or, in the simplest way, bullion. We still have political art, but we have no effective political art. An artist must be famous to be heard, but as he acquires fame, so his work accumulates 'value' and becomes, ipso-facto, harmless. As far as today's politics is concerned, most art aspires to the condition of Muzak. It provides the background hum for power.” ― Robert Hughes, The Shock of the New

 

“One needs to properly possess only a couple of great thoughts--they shed light on many stretches whose illumination one would never have believed in.” ― Georg Simmel, The View of Life: Four Metaphysical Essays with Journal Aphorisms

 

“We have wasted History like a bunch of drunks shooting dice back in the men's crapper of the local bar.” ― Charles Bukowski

gray faces

“My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.” ― William Golding

The crystal ship is being filled, A thousand pills, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time, When we get back, I'll drop a line

“what you were.......will not happen again.
the tigers have found me and I do not care.” ― Charles Bukowski

Creative viewing

“Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it. And his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. I call it 'creative observation.' Creative viewing.” ― William S. Burroughs, Ports of Entry: William S. Burroughs and the Arts

“It is not the strongest or the most intelligent who will survive but those who can best manage change.”― Charles Darwin

A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason

“Confined on the ship, from which there is no escape, the madman is delivered to the river with its thousand arms, the sea with its thousand roads, to that great uncertainty external to everything. He is a prisoner in the midst of what is the freest, the openest of routes: bound fast at the infinite crossroads. He is the Passenger par excellence: that is, the prisoner of the passage. And the land he will come to is unknown—as is, once he disembarks, the land from which he comes. He has his truth and his homeland only in that fruitless expanse between two countries that cannot belong to him.” ― Michel Foucault, Madness and Civilization: A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason

“A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

IF uz living in the past?

“Those who look behind.... will never see beyond.” ― Sherry K. White, Walking in the Father's Riches: The Prosperity of Sonship

 

“Pseudoscience speaks to powerful emotional needs that science often leaves unfulfilled. It caters to fantasies about personal powers we lack and long for.” ― Carl Sagan, The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark

nature obeys

“They took a baseball bat and whacked open his head.
Mummy Boy fell to the ground; he finally was dead.
Inside of his head were no candy or prizes,
just a few stray beetles of various sizes.” ―

Tim Burton, The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories

 

 

“Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature's inexorable imperative.” ― H.G. Wells [nature obeys it's own rules.... not those made by people]

 

"We all have an expiration date…" ~The Grim Reaper