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INTERESTS

Stuff

Why?/Thought/Pataphysics/Patapsychology/Absurdity-ism/Autodidacticism/Asking Questions/Change

Favorite Books

Notes_From_Underground/The_Trial/Nausea_(book)/The Violent Bear It Away/The Man in the High Castle/Left Hand of Darkness

People

Simone de Beauvoir/Myself/Albert_Camus/Fyodor_Dostoevsky/Franz_Kafka/Alfred Jarry/Julien_Torma/Susan_Sontag/Kathy_Acker

Favorite Quotes

"Twice two makes four seems to me simply a piece of insolence. Twice two makes four is a pert coxcomb who stands with arms akimbo barring your path and spitting. I admit that twice two makes four is an excellent thing, but if we are to give everything its due, twice two makes five is sometimes a very charming thing too."

Notes from Underground - Fyodor Dostoevsky

Favorite Poems

Some People

Charles Bukowski

some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they'll find me there.
it's Cherub, they'll say, and
they pour wine down my throat
rub my chest
sprinkle me with oils.

then, I'll rise with a roar,
rant, rage -
curse them and the universe
as I send them scattering over the
lawn.
I'll feel much better,
sit down to toast and eggs,
hum a little tune,
suddenly become as lovable as a
pink
overfed whale.

some people never go crazy.
what truly horrible lives
they must lead.

The Call to Freedom

Percy Bysshe Shelley

From the workhouse and the prison
Where pale as corpses newly risen,
Women, children, young and old
Groan for pain, and weep for cold .

From the haunts of daily life
Where is waged the daily strife
With common wants and common cares
Which sows the human heart with tares .

Lastly from the palaces
Where the murmur of distress
Echoes, like the distant sound
Of a wind alive around

Those prison halls of wealth and fashion
Where some few feel such compassion
For those who groan, and toil, and wail
As must make their brethren pale .

Ye who suffer woes untold,
Or to feel, or to be behold
Your lost country bought and sold
With a price of blood and gold .

Let a vast assembly be,
And with great solemnity
Declare with measured words that ye
Are, as God has made ye, free .

And these words shall then become
Like Oppression's thunder doom
Ringing through each heart and brain,
Heard again . again . again

Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number .
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you .
Ye are many . they are few.

'PADADA

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