sâmbătă, 19 martie 2011

marți, 15 martie 2011

vineri, 11 februarie 2011

"Out of our quarrels with others we make rhetoric. Out of our quarrels with ourselves we make poetry." ~ William Butler Yeats

duminică, 6 februarie 2011

"It isn't the mountains ahead that wear you out, it's the grain of sand in your shoe." ~ Anonymous

"Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested." ~ Francis Bacon

Allen Ginsberg - Howl

  • "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked/ dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix"
  • "who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz" 
  • "who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night/ with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls"
  •  "yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars"
  • "who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross the Book of the Dead telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas"
  • "who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism"
  • "who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy"

    miercuri, 26 ianuarie 2011

    "I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me." ~ Fred Allen