Stanley Kubrick on ghosts and evil

"There's something inherently wrong with the human personality," he says. "There's an evil side to it. One of the things that horror stories can do is to show us the archetypes of the unconscious: we can see the dark side without having to confront it directly. Also, ghost stories appeal to our craving for immortality. If you can be afraid of a ghost, then you have to believe that a ghost may exist. And if a ghost exists, then oblivion might not be the end."

~ Stanley Kubrick, Newsweek 1980

Bret Easton Ellis Quoted

Bret Easton Ellis (born March 7, 1964 in Los Angeles, California) is an American author. He was regarded as one of the so-called literary Brat Pack, which also included Tama Janowitz and Jay McInerney. He is a self-proclaimed "moralist," although he is one of his generation's most controversial authors because of his excessively violent and sexually bizarre content. Although influenced by French literary giants like Flaubert and Balzac, Ellis' value as a novelist is more social than aesthetic, depicting the grotesque materialism, status obsession, and social transgression of affluent American youth in the 1980's. also employs their technique of linking novels with common, recurring characters. (wiki page)

Biography

He was born March 7, 1964 in Los Angeles and raised in Sherman Oaks in the San Fernando Valley, the son of Robert Martin Ellis, a wealthy property developer, and Dale Ellis, a homemaker. His parents divorced in 1982. He was educated at The Buckley School, where he did not distinguish himself; then he took a music-based course at Bennington College in Vermont, which is thinly disguised as Camden Arts College in his novel The Rules of Attraction and his other books. He was a part-time musician in 1980s bands such as The Parents before his first book was published. Less Than Zero, a tale of disaffected, rich teenagers of Los Angeles, was praised by critics and sold well (50,000 copies in its first year). He moved to New York City in 1987 for the publication of his second novel.

The Rules of Attraction followed a group of sexually promiscuous college students, and sold fairly well, though Ellis admits he felt he had "fallen off", after the novel failed to match the success of his debut effort.

His most controversial work, the graphically violent novel American Psycho, was intended to be published by Simon & Schuster, but they withdrew after external protests from groups such as the NOW and many others due to the misogynistic nature of the book. The novel was later published by Vintage. Some consider this novel, whose protagonist, Patrick Bateman, is both a cartoonishly materialistic yuppie and a serial killer, to be an example of transgressive art. American Psycho has achieved considerable cult status.

His collection of short stories, The Informers, contains vignettes of wayward Los Angeles characters ranging from rock stars to vampires.

The novel Glamorama is set in the world of high fashion, following a male model who becomes entangled in a bizarre terrorist organization comprised entirely of other models. The book plays with themes of media, celebrity, and political violence, and like its predecessor American Psycho it uses surrealism to convey a sense of postmodern dread.

His most recent novel is Lunar Park, which uses the form of a celebrity memoir to tell a ghost story about the novelist "Bret Easton Ellis" and his chilling experiences in the apparently-haunted home he shares with his wife and son. In keeping with his usual style, Ellis mixes absurd comedy with a bleak and violent vision.

The Quotes

General

• "I read it for the first time in about 20 years this year–-recently. It wasn't so bad. I get it. I get fan mail now from people who weren't really born yet when the book came out. I don't think it's a perfect book by any means, but it's valid. I get where it comes from. I get what it is. I know that sounds so ambiguous. It's sort of out of my hands and it has its reputation so what can you do about it? There's a lot of it that I wish was slightly more elegantly written. Overall, I was pretty shocked. It was pretty good writing for someone who was 19. I was pretty surprised by the level of writing."

- On Less Than Zero

• "It might be my favorite book of mine. It was a very exciting time in my life. I was writing that book while I was at college. Sort of like the best of times, the worst of times. There was a lot of elation, there was a lot of despair. It was just a really fun book to write. I loved mimicking all the different voices. The stream of conscious does get a little out of hand. I kind of like that about the book. It's kind of all over the place. It's casual. It's scruffy. That's the one book of mine that I have a very, very soft spot for."
  

- On The Rules of Attraction

• "I reread that book in the summer of '03. . . . And I hadn't looked at that book either since '91. And I was dreading it. I thought it was going to be a really terrible novel. Everything everyone had ever said about it was going to be true. . . . And I started reading it... and I was surprised. It was good. It was fun. It was not nearly as pretentious as I remember I wanted it to be when I was writing it. Not nearly as weighted down with the importance that I thought I was investing it with. I found it really fast-moving. I found it really funny. And I liked it a lot. The violence was... it made my toes curl. I really freaked out. I couldn't believe how violent it was. It was truly upsetting. I had to steel myself to reread those passages."

- On American Psycho

• "It's definitely the book that I can tell—I don't know if other people can tell but I can tell as a writer–-is probably the most divisive that I've written. It has an equal number of detractors as it does fans. It doesn't really hold true with the other books. It was the one that took the longest to write, and the one that seemed the most important at the time. It's an unwieldy book... I like it."
  

- On Glamorama

• “I like the idea of a writer being haunted by his own creation, especially if the writer resents the way the character defines him.”


• "Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is a crock. Some people truly do not need to be here."


• "Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire - meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. "


• “I feel like I'm not smart enough to answer the questions I'm asked.”


• “I convinced myself I hadn't seen anything, ... I had done this many times before ... I was adept at erasing reality.”


• “You simply didn't have to pay as much attention to things. The precise pose was no longer required.”


• “I'm not a big believer in disciplined writers. What does discipline mean? The writer who forces himself to sit down and write for seven hours every day might be wasting those seven hours if he's not in the mood and doesn't feel the juice. I don't think that discipline equals creativity.”


• “Mailer is a genius. He's the one I most connect with in terms of fiction — his range is so wide. That's the sort of boldness I aspire to.”


• “It should have been written already,”


• “We were all such Didion junkies in college that might still be the highlight of my career.”


• “I hadn't published a book in six years so I didn't know what to expect. It has been going very well. They've all been packed.”


• “Fun is what reading a book should be. I had fun writing it. I wanted a reader to be gripped but it shouldn't be a heavy experience.”


• “As a writer you slant all evidence in favor of the conclusions you want to produce, and you rarely tilt in favor of the truth.”


• “[Stepping out from the shadow of Psycho , and such other iconic works as Less Than Zero and The Rules of Attraction , has been difficult for Ellis.] I had spent 10 years working on an outline about a writer very much like myself, ... He was a fictional writer who had written fictional books, one about a serial killer. He'd had hard times, drug and alcohol problems, and had fathered an 11-year-old boy. Something was stopping me from writing the book. Then I thought, this guy has similarities to you, why don't you make him you?”


• “The writer in the new novel is haunted by everything - his father, the things he wrote. American Psycho haunts me and it will be on my gravestone. That's why it is such an important part of Lunar Park .”


• “I totally relate to Tom Cruise, ... He's not crazy, it's just the litany of the mid-life crisis.”


• “I'm a believer that a book should exist on its own.”


• “Writing a novel is not method acting and I find it easy to step out of it at cocktail hour.”


• “Lunar Park came out of wanting to write a Stephen King novel. In 1989, I wanted to write two genre novels. I wanted to write a Stephen King novel and a Robert Ludlum novel. I loved those genres and those writers."

• "I've always thought that as long as narrators are interesting, likability is not an issue."

• "You can't stand over every reader, saying, "See this part here? That's supposed to be funny. You're not supposed to be so grossed out or so offended by it..."

Less Than Zero

• "People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles."


• "I come to a red light, tempted to go through it, then stop once I see a billboard sign that I don't remember seeing and I look up at it. All it says is "Disappear Here" and even though it's probably an ad for some resort, it still freaks me out a little and I step on the gas really hard and the car screeches as I leave the light."

The Rules of Attraction

• "What does that mean know me, know me, nobody ever knows anybody else, ever! You will never know me. "


• "...and it's a story that might bore you but you don't have to listen, she told me, because she always knew it was going to be like that, and it was, she thinks, her first year, or actually weekend, really a Friday, in September, at Camden, and this was three or four years ago, and she got so drunk that she ended up in bed, lost her virginity (late, she was eighteen) in Lorna Slavin's room, because she was a Freshman and had a roommate and Lorna was, she remembers, a Senior or Junior and usually somestimes at her boyfriend's place off-campus, to who she thought was a Sophomore Ceramics major but who was actually either some guy from N.Y.U., a film student, and up in New Hampshire just for The Dressed to Get Screwed party, or a townie."


• "I only had sex with her because I'm in love with you. "


• "A great numb feeling washes over me as I let go of the past and look forward to the future. Pretend to be a vampire. I don't really need to pretend, because it's who I am, an emotional vampire. I've just come to expect it. Vampires are real. That I was born this way. That I feed off of other people's real emotions. Search for this night's prey. Who will it be?"


• "Got you. You're mine now. For the rest of the day, week, month, year, life. Have you guessed who I am? Sometimes I think you have. Sometimes when you're standing in a crowd I feel those sultry, dark eyes of yours stop on me. Are you too afraid to come up to me and let me know how you feel? I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while stripping. I want you so bad it stings. I want to kill the ugly girls that you're always with. Do you really like those boring, naive, coy, calculating girls or is it just for sex? The seeds of love have taken hold, and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone."


• "And it struck me then, that I liked Sean because he looked, well, slutty. A boy who had been around. A boy who couldn't remember if he was Catholic or not."

American Psycho

• "ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE is scrawled in blood red lettering on the side of the Chemical Bank near the corner of Eleventh and First and is in print large enough to be seen from the backseat of the cab as it lurches forward in the traffic leaving Wall Street and just as Timothy Price notices the words a bus pulls up, the advertisement for Les Miserables on its side blocking his view, but Price who is with Pierce & Pierce and twenty-six doesn't seem to care because he tells the driver he will give him five dollars to turn up the radio, "Be My Baby" on WYNN, and the driver, black, not American, does so."


• "…there is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there. It is hard for me to make sense on any given level. Myself is fabricated, an aberration. I am a non contingent human being. My personality is sketchy and unformed, my heartlessness goes deep and is persistent. My conscience, my pity, my hopes disappeared a long time ago (probably at Harvard) if they ever did exist. There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. I still, though, hold on to one single bleak truth: no one is safe, nothing is redeemed. Yet I am blameless. Each model of human behavior must be assumed to have some validity. Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do? My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this—and I have countless times, in just about every act I’ve committed—and coming face-to-face with these truths, there is no catharsis. I gain no deeper knowledge about myself, no new understanding can be extracted from my telling. There has been no reason for me to tell you any of this. This confession has meant nothing…."


• "I had all the characteristics of a human being—flesh, blood, skin, hair—but my depersonalization was so intense, had gone so deep, that my normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure. I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning"


• "I'm into, oh murders and executions mostly. It depends."


• "There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing. "


• "A curtain of stars, miles of them, are scattered, glowing, across the sky and their multitude humbles me, which I have a hard time tolerating. She shrugs and nods after I say something about forms of anxiety. It's as if her mind is having a hard time communicating with her mouth, as if she is searching for a rational analysis of who I am, which is, of course, an impossibility: there... is... no... key."


• "'What you need is a chick from Camden,' Van Patten says, after recovering from McDermott's statement.
  
  'Oh great,' I say. 'Some chick who thinks it's okay to fuck her brother.'
  
  'Yeah, but they think AIDS is a new band from England,' Price points out.
  
  'Where's dinner?' Van Patten asks, absently studying the question scrawled on his napkin. 'Where the fuck are we going?'
  
  'It's really funny that girls think guys are concerned with that, with diseases and stuff,' Van Patten says, shaking his head.
  
  'I'm not gonna wear a fucking condom,' McDermott announces.
  
  'I have read this article I've Xeroxed,' Van Patten says, 'and it says our chances of catching that are like zero zero zero zero point half a decimal percentage or something, and this no matter what kind of scumbag, slutbucket, horndog chick we end up boffing.'
  
  'Guys just cannot get it.'
  
  'Well, not white guys.'"


• ""Hip," I murmur, remembering last night, how I lost it completely in a stall at Nell's---my mouth foaming, all I could think about were insects, lots of insects, and running at pigeons, foaming at the mouth and running at pigeons."


• ""Hello, Halberstam," Owen says, walking by.
  "Hello, Owen," I say, admiring the way he's styled and slicked back his hair, with a part so even and sharp it... devastates me and I make a mental note to ask him where he purchases his hair-care products, which kind of mousse he uses, my final guesses after mulling over the possibilities being Ten-X."


• "Disintegration---I'm taking it in stride."


• "And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. this relationship will probably lead to nothing... this didn't change anything. I imagine her smelling clean, like tea..."


• "I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip."

The Informers

• "Just read this fabulous screenplay. A remake of Camus's The Stranger with Meursault as a bi break-dancing punk rocker. Randy showed it to me. I loved it. Randy thinks "basically unfilmable" and that filming an orange rolling around a parking lot for three hours would draw a bigger audience."


• "I keep feeling that people are becoming less human and more animalistic. They seem to think less and feel less so that everyone is operating on a very primitive level. I wonder what you and I will see in our lifetimes. It seems so hopeless yet we must keep on trying ... I guess we can't escape being a product of the times, can we?"

Glamorama

• "The better you look, the more you see."


• "We'll slide down the surface of things..."


• "'As a genereal rule you shouldn't expect too much from people darling,' and then i kiss her on the cheek.
  
  'I just had my makeup done, so you can't make me cry.'"


• Specks—-specks all over the third panel, see?—-no, that one—-the second one up from the floor and I wanted to point this out to someone yesterday but a photo shoot intervened and Yaki Nakamari or whatever the hell the designer's name is—-a master craftsman not—-mistook me for someone else so I couldn't register the complaint, but, gentlemen—-and ladies—-there they are: specks, annoying, tiny specks, and they don't look accidental but like they were somehow done by a machine—-so I don't want a lot of description, just the story, streamlined, no frills, the lowdown: who, what, where, when and don't leave out why, though I'm getting the distinct impression by the looks on your sorry faces that why won't get answered—-now, come on, goddamnit, what's the story?

Lunar Park

• "You do an awfully good impression of yourself."


• "I hear today's college women are 'prodigious.'"
  "Prodigious? Is that what you heard?"
  "Well, I read it in a magazine. It was something I wanted to believe."
  "The Jayster. Always a dreamer."


• "Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way."

Dr. Hunter S. Thompson Quoted

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1971)

• We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.


• And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?"


• The sporting editors had also given me $300 in cash, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab.


• We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug-collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.


• The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.


• No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.


• The car suddenly veered off the road and we came to a sliding halt in the gravel. I was hurled against the dashboard. My attorney was slumped over the wheel. “What’s wrong?” I yelled. “We can’t stop here. This is bat country!"


• Getting hold of the drugs had been no problem, but the car and the tape recorder were not easy things to round up at 6:30 on a Friday afternoon in Hollywood.


• "Order some golf shoes," I whispered. "Otherwise, we'll never got out of this place alive..."


• We're right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo! And somebody's giving booze to these goddamn things!


• This is the main advantage of ether: it makes you behave like the village drunkard in some early Irish novel...total loss of all basic motor skills: Blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue-severance of all connection between the body and the brain. Which is interesting, because the brain continues to function more or less normally...you can actually watch yourself behaving in the terrible way, but you can't control it.


• "Let it roll!" he screamed. "Just as high as the fucker can go! and when it comes to that fantastic bit where the rabbit bites its own head off, I want you to throw that fuckin' radio into the tub with me."


• ...There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave...
  So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.


• It was dangerous lunacy, but it was also the kind of thing a real connoisseur of edge-work could make an argument for. Where, for instance, was the last place the Las Vegas police would look for a drug-addled fraud-fugitive who just ripped off a downtown hotel?
  Right in the middle of a National District Attorneys' Drug Conference at an elegant hotel on the strip...


• KNOW YOUR DOPE FIEND. YOUR LIFE MAY DEPEND ON IT! You will not be able to see his eyes because of Tea-Shades, But his knuckles will be white from inner tension and his pants will be crusted with semen from constantly jacking off when he can't find a rape victim. He will stagger and babble when questioned. He will not respect your badge. The Dope Fiend fears nothing. He will attack, for no reason, with every weapon at his command-including yours. BEWARE. Any officer apprehending a suspected marijuana addict should use all necessary force immediately. One stitch in time (on him) will usually save nine on you. Good luck. - The Chief


• If You Don't Know, Come to Learn...If You Know, Come to Teach


• There was evidence in this room, of excessive consumption of almost every type of drug known to civilized man since 1544 A.D. It could only be explained as a montage.


• This is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.

Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail '72 (1973)

• The kids are turned off from politics, they say. Most of 'em don't even want to hear about it. All they want to do these days is lie around on waterbeds and smoke that goddamn marrywanna... yeah, and just between you and me Fred that's probably all for the best.


• The importance of Liking Yourself is a notion that fell heavily out of favor during the coptic, anti-ego frenzy of the acid era — but nobody guessed back then that the experiment might churn up this kind of hangover; a whole subculture of frightened illiterates with no faith in anything.


• Anything that gets the adrenalin moving like a 440 volt blast in a copper bathtub is good for the reflexes and keeps the veins free of cholesterol... but too many adrenaline rushes in any given time span has the same effect on the nervous system as too many electro-shock treatments are said to have on the brain: after a while you start burning out the circuits. When a jackrabbit gets addicted to road-running, its only a matter of time before he gets smashed — and when a journalist turns into a politics junkie he will sooner or later start raving and babbling in print about things that only a person who has Been There can possibly understand.


• So much for Objective Journalism. Don't bother to look for it here — not under any byline of mine; or anyone else I can think of. With the possible exception of things like box scores, race results, and stock market tabulations, there is no such thing as Objective Journalism. The phrase itself is a pompous contradiction in terms.


• The massive, frustrated energies of a mainly young, disillusioned electorate that has long since abandoned the idea that we all have a duty to vote. This is like being told you have a duty to buy a new car, but you have to choose immediately between a Ford and a Chevy.


• Jesus man! You don't look for acid! Acid finds you when *it* thinks you're ready.

Generation of Swine (1988)

• The TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs, for no good reason.


• It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.

Welcome to the Big Darkness (July, 2003)

• Richard Nixon could tell us a lot about peaking too early. He was a master of it, because it beat him every time. He never learned and neither did Bush the Elder.


• But wow! This goofy child president we have on our hands now. He is demonstrably a fool and a failure, and this is only the summer of '03. By the summer of 2004, he might not even be living in the White House. Gone, gone, like the snows of yesteryear.

Kingdom of Fear: Loathsome Secrets of a Star-crossed Child in the Final Days of the American Century (2004)

• Morality is temporary, wisdom is permanent.


• Paranoia is just another word for ignorance.


• I shit on the chest of Fun.


• I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.


• The only difference between the Sane and the Insane, is IN and yet within this world, the Sane have the power to have the Insane locked up.


• All political power comes from the barrel of either guns, pussy, or opium pipes, and people seem to like it that way.


• We are like pygmies lost in a maze of haze. We are not at war, we are having a nervous breakdown,again.


• I understand that fear is my friend, but not always. Never turn your back on fear. It should always be in front of you, like a thing that might have to be killed.


• The only ones left with any confidence at all are the New Dumb. It is the beginning of the end of our world as we knew it. Doom is the operative ethic.


• We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the whole world, a nation of bullies and bastards who would rather kill than live peacefully. We are not just Whores for power and oil, but killer whores with hate and fear in our hearts. We are human scum, and that is how history will judge us. No redeeming social value. Just whores. Get out of our way, or we'll kill you. Who does vote for these dishonest shitheads? Who among us can be happy and proud of having all this innocent blood on our hands? Who are these swine? These flag-sucking half-wits who get fleeced and fooled by stupid little rich kids like George Bush? They are the same ones who wanted to have Muhammad Ali locked up for refusing to kill gooks. They speak for all that is cruel and stupid and vicious in the American character. They are the racists and hate mongers among us; they are the Ku Klux Klan. I piss down the throats of these Nazis. And I am too old to worry about whether they like it or not. Fuck them.


• Now, years later, I still have trouble when I think about Chicago ('68). That week at the Convention changed everything I'd ever taken for granted about this country and my place in it... Everytime I tried to tell somebody what happened in Chicago I began crying , and it took me years to understand why... Chicago was the End of the Sixties, for me.


• I was also drunk, crazy and heavily armed at all times. People trembled and cursed when I came into a public room and started screaming in German.

On politics and politicians

• We disagree so violently on almost everything that it's a real pleasure to drink with him. If nothing else, he's absolutely honest in his lunacy — and I've found, during my admittedly limited experience in political reporting, that power & honesty very rarely coincide.
  
  About Pat Buchanan in a letter to Garry Wills (1973-10-17); published in Fear and Loathing in America (2000)


• 'Bill Clinton does not inhale marijuana, right? You bet. Like I chew on LSD but I don't swallow it.


• There was one exact moment, in fact, when I knew for sure that Al Gore would never be President of the United States, no matter what the experts were saying — and that was when the whole Bush family suddenly appeared on TV and openly scoffed at the idea of Gore winning Florida. It was Nonsense, said the Candidate, Utter nonsense. . . Anybody who believed Bush had lost Florida was a Fool. The Media, all of them, were Liars & Dunces or treacherous whores trying to sabotage his victory. . . Here was the whole bloody Family laughing & hooting & sneering at the dumbness of the whole world on National TV. The old man was the real tip-off. The leer on his face was almost frightening. It was like looking into the eyes of a tall hyena with a living sheep in its mouth. The sheep's fate was sealed, and so was Al Gore's.

"The Fix is In"


• This is going to be a very expensive war, and Victory is not guaranteed — for anyone, and certainly not for anyone as baffled as George W. Bush. All he knows is that his father started the war a long time ago, and that he, the goofy child-President, has been chosen by Fate and the global Oil industry to finish it Now.

"When War Drums Roll"


• This blizzard of mind-warping war propaganda out of Washington is building up steam. Monday is Anthrax, Tuesday is Bankruptcy, Friday is Child-Rape, Thursday is Bomb-scares, etc., etc., etc... If we believed all the brutal, frat-boy threats coming out of the White House, we would be dead before Sunday. It is pure and savage terrorism reminiscent of Nazi Germany.

"Domestic terrorism at the Super Bowl"


• I had a soft spot in my heart for Ronald Reagan, if only because he was a sportswriter in his youth, and also because his wife gave the best head in Hollywood.

"published in Hey Rube"


• We are turning into a nation of whimpering slaves to Fear — fear of war, fear of poverty, fear of random terrorism, fear of getting down-sized or fired because of the plunging economy, fear of getting evicted for bad debts, or suddenly getting locked up in a military detention camp on vague charges of being a Terrorist sympathizer.

"Extreme behavior in Aspen"


• It is hard to ignore the prima facie dumbness that got us bogged down in this nasty war in the first place. This is not going to be like Daddy's War, old sport. He actually won, and he still got run out of the White House nine months later.. . The whole thing sucks. It was wrong from the start, and it is getting wronger by the hour.

"Love in a Time of War"


• What the hell is going on here? How could this once-proud nation have changed so much, so drastically, in only a little more than two years. In what seems like the blink of an eye, this George Bush has brought us from a prosperous nation at peace to a broke nation at war.

"A Sad Week in America"


• But wow! This goofy child president we have on our hands now. He is demonstrably a fool and a failure, and this is only the summer of '03. The American nation is in the worst condition I can remember in my lifetime, and our prospects for the immediate future are even worse. . . The Bush family must be very proud of themselves today, but I am not. Big Darkness, soon come. Take my word for it.

"Big Darkness"


• Why are we seeing George Bush on TV every two hours for nine or ten days at a time, like some kind of mutated Mr. Rogers clone? Something is dangerously wrong in any country where a monumentally-failed backwoods politician can scare our national TV networks so totally that they will give him anything he wants.

"The Bush League"


• I take no pleasure in being Right in my dark predictions about the fate of our military intervention in the heart of the Muslim world. It is immensely depressing to me. Nobody likes to be betting against the Home team.

"Fast and Furious"


• If we get chased out of Iraq with our tail between our legs, that will be the fifth consecutive Third-world country with no hint of a Navy or an Air Force to have whipped us in the past 40 years.

"Am I Turning Into a Pervert?"


• Bush is a natural-born loser with a filthy-rich daddy who pimped his son out to rich oil-mongers. He hates music, football and sex, in no particular order, and he is no fun at all.

"Fear and Loathing, Campaign 2004"


• Richard Nixon has never been one of my favorite people anyway. For years I've regarded his existence as a monument to all the rancid genes and broken chromosomes that corrupt the possibilities of the American Dream; he was a foul caricature of himself, a man with no soul, no inner convictions, with the integrity of a hyena and the style of a poison toad. The Nixon I remembered was absolutely humorless; I couldn't imagine him laughing at anything except maybe a paraplegic who wanted to vote Democratic but couldn't quite reach the lever on the voting machine.

"Pageant" (July 1968)


• Nixon will be remembered as a classic case of a smart man shitting in his own nest. But he also shit in our nests, and that was the crime that history will burn on his memory like a brand. By disgracing and degrading the Presidency of the United States, by fleeing the White House like a diseased cur, Richard Nixon broke the heart of the American Dream.

"Rolling Stone" (June 1994)

Suicide note

• No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt.

"Rolling Stone", 2005-09-08

Nietzsche Quotes

Short Overview:

Wikipedia

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (October 15, 1844 – August 25, 1900) (German pronunciation: [ˈfʁiːdʁɪç ˈvɪlhəlm ˈniːtʃə]) was a nineteenth-century German philosopher and classical philologist. He wrote critical texts on religion, morality, contemporary culture, philosophy, and science, using a distinctive German language style and displaying a fondness for metaphor and aphorism. Nietzsche's influence remains substantial within and beyond philosophy, notably in existentialism and postmodernism. His style and radical questioning of the value and objectivity of truth raise considerable problems of interpretation, generating an extensive secondary literature in both continental and analytic philosophy. Nevertheless, some of his key ideas include interpreting tragedy as an affirmation of life, an eternal recurrence (which numerous commentators have re-interpreted), a rejection of Platonism, and a repudiation of both Christianity (especially 19th-century) and Egalitarianism (especially in the form of Democracy and Socialism).

Nietzsche began his career as a classical philologist before turning to philosophy. At the age of 24 he was appointed to the Chair of Classical Philology at the University of Basel (the youngest individual ever to have held this position),[1] but resigned in 1879 because of health problems, which would plague him for most of his life. In 1889 he exhibited symptoms of serious mental illness, living out his remaining years in the care of his mother and sister until his death in 1900.

The Quotes:

• In heaven all the interesting people are missing.
  
• There are no facts, only interpretations.
  
• A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
  
• Out of life's school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.
  
• Only sick music makes money today.
  
• It is nobler to declare oneself wrong than to insist on being right - especially when one is right.
  
• Without music, life would be a mistake.
  
• How good bad music and bad reasons sound when we march against an enemy.
  
• To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity.
  
• Faith: not *wanting* to know what is true.
  
• Convictions are the more dangerous enemy of truth than lies.
  
• He who fights too long against dragons becomes a dragon himself; and if you gaze too long into the abyss, the abyss will gaze into you.
  
• Which is it, is man one of God's blunders or is God one of man's?
  
• Man is more ape than many of the apes.
  
• He who despises himself esteems himself as a self-despiser.
  
• There is not enough religion in the world to destroy the world's religions
  
• The Christian resolution to find the world ugly and bad has made the world ugly and bad.
  
• In Christianity neither morality nor religion come into contact with reality at any point.
  
• Every extension of knowledge arises from making the conscious the unconscious.
  
• Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.
  
• Wisdom sets bounds even to knowledge.
  
• In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations, and epochs it is the rule.
  
• It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!
  
• Morality is the herd-instinct in the individual.
  
• One should never know too precisely whom one has married.
  
• Believe me! The secret of reaping the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment from life is to live dangerously!
  
• One often contradicts an opinion when what is uncongenial is really the tone in which it was conveyed.
  
• Jesus died too soon. If he had lived to my age he would have repudiated his doctrine.
  
• Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.
  
• I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time.
  
• Hope in reality is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs the torments of man.
  
• Undeserved praise causes more pangs of conscience later than undeserved blame, but probably only for this reason, that our power of judgment are more completely exposed by being over praised than by being unjustly underestimated.
  
• How people keep correcting us when we are young! There is always some bad habit or other they tell us we ought to get over. Yet most bad habits are tools to help us through life.
  
• Experience, as a desire for experience, does not come off. We must not study ourselves while having an experience.
  
• The world itself is the will to power - and nothing else! And you yourself are the will to power - and nothing else!
  
• In a friend one should have ones best enemy. You should be closest to him with your heart when you resist him.
  
• Digressions, objections, delight in mockery, carefree mistrust are signs of health; everything unconditional belongs in pathology.
  
• All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses.
  
• A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.
  
• Memory says, I did that. Pride replies, I could not have done that. Eventually memory yields.
  
• The higher a man gets, the smaller he seems to those who cannot fly.
  

Tom Waits Quoted

One of my VERY favorite artists is Mr. Tom Waits. I say artist because he is a musician, poet, singer, songwriter and playwright amongst other things. If you have ever seen or heard any of his live performances you will most definitely catch his humerus bantering and creative story telling. A great example is his VH1 Storyteller's session. His words, phrases and comparisons might be silly and nonsensical, but that's what makes him Tom Waits.

I have compiled a number of his goofy/philosophical/off the wall quotes and want to share them with you. Enjoy.

The Quotes:

• "There ain't no devil, there's just god when he's drunk."


• "There's a place down the street; Seven X's. What does that mean? Maybe it's... girls without skin."


• "It ain't no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones."


• "All the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes."


• "I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy."


• "I don't have a drinking problem 'Cept when I can't get a drink."


• "I knew him when he was nothing and he hasn't changed a bit."


• "...it seems a stray bullet actually pierced the testicle of a Union soldier and lodged itself in the ovaries of a woman standing approximately 100 ft. away. She's alright, the baby's doing fine...of course the soldier's a little pissed off..."


• "...You end up taking advantage of yourself. There ain't no way around that."


• "I'm so goddamn horny the crack of dawn better watch itself around me."


• "Coleen's belly was shakin' like jelly And I'm gettin' harder than Chinese algebra."


• "Oh I don't mind going to weddings, just as long as it's not my own..."


• "And i'm glad that you're gone, but i wish to the lord that you'd come home."


• "I'm not weird about it or anything (Masturbating in this instance). I don't tie myself up first or anything."


• "Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair" Deal out jacks are better on a blanket by the stairs, I'd tell you all my secrets but I'll lie about my past, So send me off to bed forevermore."


• "Never trust a man in a blue trench coat, never drive a car when you're dead."


• "I want to thank you all for being here tonight; it'd be mighty strange here tonight if nobody showed up."


• "Wake me up in my dreams."


• "It takes much more than just wild courage Or you'll hit just the tattered clouds you must have just the right bullets And the first one's always free."


• "The sky turned black and bruised and we had months of heavy rain."


• "If you've lost all hope/If you've lost all your faith I know you can be cared for/I know you can be safe And all of the shamefuls/And all of the whores And even the soldier who pierced the side of the Lord Is down there by the train."


• "Broken umbrellas like dead birds; steam comes out of the grill like the whole God-damn town is ready to blow."


• "...If you want a taste of madness, you'll have to wait in line. You'll probably see someone you know on Heartattack and Vine."


• "And the moon's teeth-marks are on the sky, Like a tarp thrown all over this."


• "The cat'll sleep in the mailbox and we'll never go to town, till we bury every dream in the cold cold ground."


• "Crawlin' down Cahuenga on a broken set of legs..."


• "And it is such a sad old feeling, All the fields are soft and green. And it's memories that I'm stealing, But you're innocent when you dream."


• "The piano is fire wood, Times Square is a dream."


• "Won't you tell me, brave captain why are the wicked, so strong, how can the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves his porch light on."


• "I know a girl, she been married so many times, she got rice marks all over her face."


• "Well, I don't mind working cause I used to be jerking off most of the time, in bars."


• "I lost my St. Christopher now that I've kissed her."


• "I'm reliable sources, I'll tell ya anything you want me to know."


• "My friends think I'm ugly, I gotta masculine face."


• "In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king."


• "And when they pulled her from the wreck, you know she still had on her shades."


• "It's harder to get rid of than tattoos."


• "I don't need no make-up, i got real scars, i got hair on my chest, i look good without a shirt."


• "'Cause there's nothin' strange About an axe with bloodstains in the barn. There's always some killin' You got to do around the farm."


• "There's nothing wrong with her that a hundred Dollar's can't fix."


• "... while making feet for children's shoes ..."


• "They take apart their nightmares and they leave 'em by the door."


• "They all come from nice families, but somewhere along the line they picked up ways that just aren't RIGHT."


• "and the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget that history puts a saint in every dream."


• "You can tell me that it's gospel but I know that it's only church."


• "Matilda asks the sailors `are those dreams or are those prayers?'"


• "I've got a bottle for a trumpet, a hatbox for a drum..."


• "The Moon ain't romantic. It's intimidating as Hell."


• "I did my time in the jail of your arms."


• "And I floated down stream on an old dead tree."


• "Cross my wooden leg, swear on my glass eye."


• "Dig your fingers in the ground. Toss and heave the world around."


• "She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer."


• "And the earth died screaming As I lay dreaming."


• "It's new, it's improved, it's old fashioned."


• "The moon was sharp enough to draw blood from a stone."


• "One look in his eyes... and everyone denies... ever having met him."


• "Even jesus wanted just a little more time, when he was walkin' Spanish down the hall."


• "The rooms, they smell like diesel, and you take on the dreams of the ones that have slept there."


• "I'll take a rusty nail, scratch your initials in my arm..."


• "I thought I heard a saxophone, I'm drunk on the moon."


• "Romeo is bleeding, but not so as you'd notice."


• "Broadway's like a serpent spewing shiny top-down cars."


• "I stay in a place called 'Rooms'... There's a whole chain of them."


• "I've lost my equilibrium, my car keys and my pride."


• "It's hard to believe that the same moon shining down on this Chinatown fair could shine down on Illinois and find you there... I love you baby."


• "Tom do this, Tom do that, Tom...don't do that."


• "I'm gonna make like a bakery delivery truck and haul buns."


• "I'll ride upon a field mouse, I was dancin' in the slaughterhouse."


• "I'd like to go drowning, but the ocean doesn't want me today."


• "The monkey rode a blade on an overhead fan."


• "Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head."


• "Well I fell in love with a Gun Street Girl!"


• "Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow Corvette."


• "...Well I hear that it pays well. How do your pistol and your Bible and your sleeping pills go?"


• "Well pale face said to the eyeball kid She just goes clank and boom and steam."

The Ever Quotable Sir Oscar Wilde

Sir Oscar Wilde, how ever so quotable he is. His words have a magical way about them.They are full of wit and quip. It is quite a talent for one who has passed away 108 years ago, God rest his mighty soul, to leave behind such amazing words and phrases that stand the test of time and are still quite relevant today. I do hope you enjoy my extractions for I feel they are rather humorous, entertaining, truthful, sad and above all inspiring.

May these words bring worlds to you.

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- The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means.

- Those who are faithful know only the pleasures of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.

- She behaves as if she was beautiful. Most American women do. It is the secret of their charm.

- Experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes.

- I can resist everything except temptation.

- It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.

- History is merely gossip. But scandal is gossip made tedious by morality.

- I prefer women with a past. They're always so deemed amusing to talk to.

- Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.

- Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.

- Moderation is a fatal thing, Lady Hunstanton. Nothing succeeds like excess.

- Questions are never indiscreet. Answers sometimes are.

- In matters of grave importance, style, not sincerity is the vital thing.

- Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.

- Somehow or other I'll be famous, and if not famous, I'll be notorious.

- Over the piano was printed a notice: Please do not shoot the pianist. He is doing his best.

- To be great is to be misunderstood.

- A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

- A poet can survive everything but a misprint.

- And, after all, what is a fashion? From the artistic point of view, it is usually a form of ugliness
so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.

- All art is immoral.

- It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating.

- Life imitates art far more than art imitates life.

- No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.

- Art persists, it timelessly continues.

- Anybody can make history. Only a great man can write it.

- Truth, in the matters of religion, is simply the opinion that has survived.

- Oh! journalism is unreadable, and literature is not read.

- The one duty we owe to history is to rewrite it.

- It is through art, and through art only, that we can realize our perfection; through art and
art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence.

- As long as war is regarded as wicked, it will always have its fascination. When it is
looked upon as vulgar, it will cease to be popular.

- There is no sin except stupidity.

- Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.

- There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

- No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.

- All art is at once surface and symbol.

- It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

- All bad art is the result of good intentions.

- There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

- Conscience and cowardice are really the same things.

- A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies.

- Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know.

- The one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.

- Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one.

- Genius lasts longer than beauty.

- If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.

- The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.

- He knew the precise psychological moment when to say nothing.

- The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.

- It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The true mystery of the world is
the visible, not the invisible.

- Beauty is a form of genius - is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation.

- The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray…

- Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.

- Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious: both are disappointed.

- Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly.

- When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others.

- People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves.

- The people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect - simply a confession of failure.

- Punctuality is the thief of time.

- There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.

- Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.

- To be in love is to surpass one's self.

- The basis of optimism is sheer terror.

- Conscience makes egotists of us all.

- It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

- You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.

- Nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner.

- I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.

- Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our intellects.

- A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.

- Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved.

- To be popular one must be a mediocrity.

- To define is to limit.

- A woman will flirt with anybody in the world as long as other people are looking on.

- To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable.

- The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.

- Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about it.

- I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly.

- My experience is that as soon as people are old enough to know better, they don't know anything at all.

- Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.

- My own business always bores me to death. I prefer other people's.

- We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

- In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

- What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

- What a pity that in life we only get our lessons when they are of no use to us.

- Education is an admirable thing. But it is well to remember from time to time
that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.

- The English are always degrading truths into facts. When a truth becomes a fact it loses all its intellectual value.

- It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information.

- In old days books were written by men of letters and read by the public. Nowadays books are
written by the public and read by nobody.

- Friendship is far more tragic than love. It lasts longer.

- Art is the only serious thing in the world. And the artist is the only person who is never serious.

- To be really medieval one should have no body. To be really modern one should have no soul.
To be really Greek one should have no clothes.

- Those whom the gods love grow young.

- Ambition is the last refuge of the failure.

- Religions die when they are proved to be true. Science is the record of dead religions.

- If one tells the truth, one is sure, sooner or later, to be found out.

- Only the shallow know themselves.

- In examinations the foolish ask questions that the wise cannot answer.

- The old believe everything; the middle-aged suspect everything; the young know everything.

- To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance.

- I am always astonishing myself. It is the only thing that makes life worth living.

- I suppose society is wonderfully delightful. To be in it is merely a bore. But to be out of it simply a tragedy.

- The growing influence of women is the one reassuring thing in our political life.

- Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone.

- The only way to behave to a woman is to make love to her if she is pretty and to someone else if she is plain.

- To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.

- All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.

- The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

- In married life, three is company, and two is none.

- Of course the music is a great difficulty. You see, if one plays good music,
people don't listen, and if one plays bad music people don't talk.

- It is absurd to have a hard and fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldn't.
More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn't read.

- I have always been of opinion that a man who desires to get married should know either everything or nothing.

- No gentleman ever has any money.

- I hope you're not leading a double life, pretending to be wicked while
being really good all the time. That would be hypocrisy.

- If I am occasionally a little over-dressed, I make up for it by being immensely over-educated.

- Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.
One must eat muffins quite calmly, it is the only way to eat them.

- Never speak disrespectfully of Society, Algernon. Only people who can’t get into it do that.

- Science can never grapple with the irrational. That is why it has no future before it, in this world.

- Even you are not rich enough, Sir Robert, to buy back your past. No man is.

- I always pass on good advice. It is the only thing to do with it. It is never of any use to oneself.

- Sooner or later we have all to pay for what we do.

- Women have a wonderful instinct about things. They can discover everything except the obvious.

- All sins, except a sin against itself, Love should forgive. All lives, save loveless lives, true Love should pardon.

- Fashion is what one wears oneself. What is unfashionable is what other people wear.

- The only possible society is oneself.

- My dear father, when one pays a visit it is for the purpose of wasting other people's time, not one's own.

- High hopes were once formed of democracy; but democracy means simply the
bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.

- Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.

- Charity creates a multitude of sins.

- Closed eyes listen, afraid to see on their own. Easily influenced and simply conformed.

- Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.

- Now art should never try to be popular. The public should try to make itself artistic.

- The only thing that one really knows about human nature is that it changes.
Change is the one quality we can predicate of it.

- I have said to you to speak the truth is a painful thing. To be forced to tell lies is much worse.

- It seems to me that we all look at Nature too much, and live with her too little.

- The supreme vice is shallowness.

- Where there is sorrow there is holy ground.

http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Oscar_Wilde

Great quotes from "Howl' by Allen Ginsberg

Arguably one of the greatest, moving and thought provoking poems that has ever been written must be "Howl" from the tireless and timeless mind of Mr. Allen Ginsberg. Below I have just extracted many lines and phrases that I personally adore. I hope you find intrigue and inspiration by these words just as I have.



Part I

• I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness

• Looking for an angry fix

• Hollow-eyed and high

• Windows of the skull

• Radiant cool eyes hallucinating

• Listening to the Terror through the wall

• With dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol

• Brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of

• Crack of doom

• Hydrogen jukebox

• With brilliant eyes

• Bone-grind-ings

• Seeking visionary Indian angels

• Seeking jazz or sex or soup

• A hopeless task

• The narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism

• Trembling before the machinery of other skeletons

• To open to a room full of steam heat and opium

• Their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion

• Who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit

• Nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination


Part II


• In modern English usage, "Moloch" can refer derivatively to any person or thing which demands or requires costly sacrifices.

• Moloch is the biblical idol in Leviticus to whom the Canaanites sacrificed children.

• Moloch is also the name of an industrial, demon-like figure in Fritz Lang's Metropolis

• Moloch whose mind is pure machinery!

• Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!

• Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows!

• Moloch who entered my soul early!

• Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body!

• Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy!

• Invincible mad houses!

• Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies!

gone down the American river!

• Dreams! adoration's! illuminations! religions! the whole

boatload of sensitive bullshit!

• Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs!

• They saw it all!

The wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell!

They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving!

carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!


Part III


• The soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse

• Where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void


Footnote


• The madman is holy as you my soul are holy!

• Holy the hallucinations

• Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!