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Quotes

In Too lazy to assign a category on February 28, 2007 at 9:45 pm

people ask for criticism, but they only want praise
— w. somerset maugham (1874 – 1965)

those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities
— voltaire (1694 – 1778)

he had forgotten that all life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other
— h.p. lovecraft, the silver key, 1926

absence weakens mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind blows out candles and kindles fires
— françois de la rochefoucauld

be vulnerable, only the dead are not
— anonymous

i don't need a friend who changes when i change and who nods when i nod; my shadow does that much better
— plutarch

the worst problem with an open mind is that people throw garbage into it
— anonymous

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Ladybird

In Too lazy to assign a category on February 28, 2007 at 8:40 pm

Spiderwoman speaks

In Too lazy to assign a category on February 28, 2007 at 8:25 pm

It used to be quiet around here. Peaceful. Oceanic.

That was in the long ago time.
We were all one, then.
Not a matter of belief. A fact.

You could see the Web, plain as day,
spread out across the land.
Nothing frayed, nothing torn.

Just me, and all my Relations.
Weaving the shimmering, beautiful web.
Each shining strand connected to each shining,
lightwoven strand.
All one.

Maybe it began with one little fray,
one little link that broke in some insignificant place.

Crevices opened. Cracks.

It doesn't matter what you call me. I've had a lot of names.

These are my children. Some of them got lost along the way.

Too many are forgotten, buried by the years.
Some have returned, some are beating like hail on the roof,
some are voices howling like coyote in the wilderness,
some are your own ghosts wandering through your sleep.

They want to come Home.
The Web needs mending.

As found here.

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Girl’s Lament

In Too lazy to assign a category on February 28, 2007 at 8:21 pm

Girl's Lament

In the years when we were
all children, this inclining
to be alone so much was gentle;
others' time passed fighting,
and one had one's faction,
one's near, one's far-off place,
a path, an animal, a picture.

And I still imagined, that life
would always keep providing
for one to dwell on things within,
Am I within myself not in what's greatest?
Shall what's mine no longer soothe
and understand me as a child?

Suddenly I'm as if cast out,
and this solitude surrounds me
as something vast and unbounded,
when my feeling, standing on the hills
of my breasts, cries out for wings
or for an end.

(Translated by Edward Snow)

Rainer Maria Rilke

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Grace

In Too lazy to assign a category on February 28, 2007 at 7:58 pm

Grace

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Neil & His Magnificent Oracular Journal

In Too lazy to assign a category on February 28, 2007 at 7:46 pm

Gemini

In Too lazy to assign a category on February 27, 2007 at 9:30 pm

Diamanda Galas

In Too lazy to assign a category on February 27, 2007 at 8:41 pm

Listen to L'Héautontimouroménos (The Self-Tormenter ) by Diamanda Galas (mp3 file)

taken from:

FleursDuMal.org

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Isis Tablet

In Too lazy to assign a category on February 27, 2007 at 8:19 pm

Kiki Plumier

In Too lazy to assign a category on February 27, 2007 at 7:42 pm