Insolación

One can very well eat lettuce before its heart has been formed; still, the delicate crispness of the heart and its lovely frizz are something altogether different from the leaves. It is the same in the world of the spirit. Being too busy has this result: that an individual very, very rarely is permitted to form a heart; on the other hand, the thinker, the poet, or the religious personality who actually has formed his heart, will never be popular, not because he is difficult, but because it demands quiet and prolonged working with oneself and intimate knowledge of oneself as well as a certain isolation.

Søren Kierkegaard

Please, Don't

El Caballo y la Catarina

Brault

Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.

Flamewinged

At the end, the bottom, the very worst of it, with the world afire and hell's flamewinged angels calling him by name, Lee Crane blamed himself.




Theodore Sturgeon  //  Voyage To The Bottom Of The Sea

El Gato con Manos

Robert Morgan

Devilish

I assure you we are always discussing and differing, said Percy Beaumont. She is awfully argumentative. American ladies certainly don’t mind contradicting you. Upon my word I don’t think I was ever treated so by a woman before. She’s so devilish positive.

Henry JAmes

How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?

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Bicentenario

Today is the two-hundredth anniversary of the final extinction of my One True Love, as close as I can date it.




Charles Stross // Saturn's Children,

Ahí Debajo, Donde el Espíritu Conoce el Hueso

Have compassion for everyone you meet
Even if they don’t want it
What seems conceit
Is always a sign
Always a sign
Always a sign
For those you encounter
Have compassion
Even if they don’t want it
What seems bad manners
Is always a sign
Always a sign
Always a sign

Always a sign
of things no ears have heard
Always a sign
of things no eyes have seen
You do not know
What wars are going on
Down there, where the spirit meets the bone
Down there, where the spirit meets the bone
Down where the spirit meets the bone

For everyone you listen to
Have compassion
Even if they don’t want it
What seems cynicism
Is always a sign
Always a sign
Always a sign
Always a sign

Always a sign
Of things no ears have heard
Always a sign of things no eyes have seen
You do not know
What wars are going on
Down there, where the spirit meets the bone
Down there, where the spirit meets the bone
Down where the spirit meets the bone

Down there, where the spirit meets the bone
Down there, where the spirit meets the bone
Down where the spirit meets the bone

Corriendo Dentro de Una Persona

When I run into a person or a kid that comes up and gives me the spiel about, “Hey, I got your record at this time in my life, and it really helped me,” that stuff totally still rings true. If you’re standing there talking to someone, it’s really easy to tell if they’re being authentic or not. And that’s great. That’s the reason to share music. Art is essentially communication. It doesn’t exist in a vacuum. That’s why people make art, so other people can relate to it. That’s just part of the deal. But from where I’m standing, putting it out there, I’m kind of shooting it down this wire, and I have no idea who’s on the other side of it. I just hope that it gets to them intact, and that maybe someone, somewhere, it makes them feel better, or makes them feel something. That’s as much as I can do, I guess. And beyond that, it’s like, try to have fun and do things that I’m interested in, and that sound cool to me. And maybe people will relate to it.

Conor Oberst

Last Days of Nobodies

Mike Medaglia

Lo menos

If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.


Kurt Vonnegut // Born November 11, 1922

Donde Viví, y Por Lo Que Vivía.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

I Hate You

Por los Siglos

Here’s the thing about misery. I had a lot of misery when I was growing up. I have enough misery to last me for the rest of my lifetime. The misery is like a well, and I just dig into the thing and pull it out anytime I want. I have misery and then some. I don’t need to create any more.

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The hardest thing is not looking like you’re pointing the finger and blaming someone…

Quizá

Whiter Shade of Pale

…to award someone a prize is no different from pissing on him. And to receive a prize is no different from allowing oneself to be pissed on, because one is being paid for it.





Thomas Bernhard  //  Wittgenstein’s Nephew.

Tisse

Hot Bloody Mammal

Ilusión

Every happiness that a man enjoys, and almost every friendship that he cherishes, rest upon illusion; for, as a rule, with increase of knowledge they are bound to vanish.


Schopenhauer