ALEISTER CROWLEY
La Gitana
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For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns.

 

 

 

Art Porn

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Photographer unknown to me.

TOM WAITS
“I Can't Wait to Get Off Work (And See My Baby on Montgomery Avenue)”
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I don't mind working, 'cause I used to be jerking off most of my time in bars,
I've been a cabbie and a stock clerk and a soda-fountain jock-jerk
And a manic mechanic on cars.
It's nice work if you can get it, now who the hell said it?
I got money to spend on my gal,
But the work never stops, and I'll be busting my chops
Working for Joe and Sal.

And I can't wait to get off work and see my baby,
She said she'd leave the porch light on for me.
I'm disheveled and I'm disdainful and I'm distracted and it's painful,
But this job sweeping up here is gainfully employing me tonight.

Well Tom, do this and Tom, do that, and Tom, don't do that,
Count the cash, clean the oven, dump the trash,
Oh your loving is a rare and a copacetic gift,
And I'm a moonlight watch manic, it's hard to be romantic
Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine,
Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine

I can't wait to get off work and see my baby
She'll be waiting up with a magazine for me.
Clean the bathrooms and clean 'em good, oh your loving I wish you would
Come down here and sweep a-me off my feet, this broom'll have to be my baby,
If I hurry, I just might get off before the dawn's early light.

VEGAN RICHA'S EVERYDAY KITCHEN
Epic Anytime Recipes with a World of Flavor

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Richa Hingle

 

NĀGĀRJUNA

Letter to a Friend

____________________

With all its many risks, this life endures

No more than windblown bubbles in a stream.

How marvelous to breathe in and out again,

To fall asleep and then awake refreshed.

 

ANNE BANCROFT
____________________

The best way to get most husbands to do something is to suggest that perhaps they’re too old to do it.

 

DENISE LEVERTOV
“The Dog of Art”
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That dog with daisies for eyes
who flashes forth
flame of his very self at every bark
is the Dog of Art.
Worked in wool, his blind eyes
look inward to caverns and jewels
which they see perfectly,
and his voice
measures forth the treasure
in music sharp and loud,
sharp and bright,
bright flaming barks,
and growling smoky soft, the Dog
of Art turns to the world
the quietness of his eyes.

 

ISAAC ASIMOV
On Robert A. Heinlein
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He always pictured himself a libertarian, which to my way of thinking means “I want the liberty to grow rich and you can have the liberty to starve.” It’s easy to believe that no one should depend on society for help when you yourself happen not to need such help.

 

CATHERINE FISHER
____________________

Walls have ears.

Doors have eyes.

Trees have voices.

Beasts tell lies.

Beware the rain.

Beware the snow.

Beware the man

You think you know.

 

STEPHEN KING

The Shining

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Monsters are real, ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

 

EMILY DICKINSON
____________________

One need not be a chamber to be haunted. One need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place.

 

HANNAH ARENDT
The Origins of Totalitarianism
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One of the greatest advantages of the totalitarian elites of the twenties and thirties was to turn any statement of fact into a question of motive.

 

ITALO CALVINO
If On A Winter’s Night A Traveler

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Reading is going toward something that is about to be, and no one yet knows what it will be.

Art Porn

____________________

Photographer unknown to me.

 

SAMUEL BECKETT
The Unnamable

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Dear incomprehension, it’s thanks to you I’ll be myself, in the end.

 

THOMAS BERNHARD
Extinction
____________________

We must allow ourselves to think, we must dare to think, even though we fail. It is in the nature of things that we always fail, because we suddenly find it impossible to order our thoughts, because the process of thinking requires us to consider every thought there is, every possible thought. Fundamentally we have always failed, like all the others, whoever they were, even the greatest minds. At some point, they suddenly failed and their system collapsed, as is proved by their writings, which we admire because they venture farthest into failure. To think is to fail, I thought.

DakhaBrakha
ALEMBARI
 

ITALO CALVINO

Six Memos for the Next Millennium

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Who are we, who is each one of us, if not a combination of experiences, information, books we have read, things imagined? Each life is an encyclopedia, a library, an inventory of objects, a series of styles, and everything can be constantly shuffled and reordered in every way conceivable.

DAVID DELLINGER
____________________

I will talk about the facts and the facts don’t always encourage false respect.

 

ALICE MUNRO
____________________

You protect yourself by thinking if you have all these rituals and routines then nothing can get you.

  

DakhaBrakha from Free Ukraine

NPR Tiny Desk Concert - Apr 25, 2015

• "Sho Z-Pod Duba" 0:00
• "Torokh" 3:43
• "Divka-Marusechka" 8:07

NINA GARENETSKA

Vokals, cello, bass drum

MARKO HALANEVYCH

Vokals, darbuka, tabla, didjeridoo, accordion, trombone

IRYNA KOVALENKO

Vokals, djembe, bass drums, accordion, percussion, bugay, zgaleyka, piano

OLENA TSYBULSKA

Vokals, bass drums, percussion, garmoshka

 

EDMUND WHITE
The Married Man
____________________

As you can hear, it’s difficult to learn another language after forty.

 

KO UN
“Two Beggars”
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Two beggars
sharing a meal of the food they’ve been given

The new moon shines intensely

COLLECTED POEMS
1950-2012

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Adrienne Rich

 

CONOR O'CALLAGHAN
“Midweek”

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Take it for what it is:
a chance to lie low
outside the weekend’s brackets,
to mark off time in minutes,
peat briquettes,
the cluster of units
a cursor eats up.
The sameness of distant bells
and a digital clock’s ellipsis
and cars parked in a row
and the alarm waiting to trip
remains as good as intact—
apart from a dash to the line and back,
the night sky something else.

 

LEONARD COHEN

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People used to say my music was too difficult or too obscure, and I never set out to be difficult or obscure. I just set out to write what I felt as honestly as I could, and I am delighted when other people feel a part of themselves in the music.

VEGAN BURGERS AND BURRITOS
Easy and Delicious Whole Food Recipes for the Everyday Cook

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Sophie DeSantis

 

TOMAS TRANSTRÖMER

“The Nightingale in Badelunda”

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In the green midnight at the nightingale’s northern limit. Heavy leaves hang in trance, the deaf cars race towards the neon-line. The nightingale’s voice rises without wavering to the side, it is as penetrating as a cock-crow, but beautiful and free of vanity. I was in prison and it visited me. I was sick and it visited me. I didn’t notice it then, but I do now. Time streams down from the sun and the moon and into all the tick-tock-thankful clocks. But right here there is no time. Only the nightingale’s voice, the raw resonant notes that whet the night sky’s gleaming scythe.

 

Chava Alberstein and The Klezmatics

THE WELL
 

Art Porn

____________________

Photographer unknown to me.

JEAN LORRAIN

____________________

The charm of horror only tempts the strong.

 

Various Artists
THE ROUGH GUIDE TO PSYCHEDELIC CAMBODIA

MADNESS
“Shut Up”
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I tell you I didn’t do it
‘Cause I wasn’t there
Don’t blame me, it just isn’t fair
You listen to their side
Now listen to mine
Can’t think of a story
Sure you’ll find me sometime

Now pass the blame and don’t blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One) (Two) (Three)
Then I’ll be gone and you’ll forget
The broken window, t.v. set

It wasn’t me either, I’m just his mate
He told me to stand here and watch the gate
I’ve got a wife and three kids you know
They’ll tell you I’m straight, at least I think so
I’m as honest as the day is long,
The longer the daylight, the less I do wrong

Now pass the blame and don’t blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One) (Two) (Three)
Then I’ll be gone and you’ll forget
The broken window, t.v. set

Pass the blame and don’t blame me
Just close your eyes and count to three
(One) (Two) (Three)
Then I’ll be gone and I’ll forget
That what you give is what you get …

-

Songwriters: Mark William Bedford, Christopher John Foreman, Michael Barson, Cathal Joseph Smyth, Daniel Mark Woodgate, Lee Jay Thompson, Graham Mcpherson

 

CocoRosie
LA MAISON DE MON RÊVE

ITALO CALVINO
If on a Winter's Night a Traveler 
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Sections in the bookstore:

- Books You Haven't Read

- Books You Needn't Read

- Books Made for Purposes Other Than Reading

- Books Read Even Before You Open Them Since They Belong to the Category of Books Read Before Being Written

- Books That If You Had More Than One Life You Would Certainly Also Read But Unfortunately Your Days Are Numbered

- Books You Mean to Read But There Are Others You Must Read First

- Books Too Expensive Now and You'll Wait 'Til They're Remaindered

- Books ditto When They Come Out in Paperback

- Books You Can Borrow from Somebody

- Books That Everybody's Read So It's As If You Had Read Them, Too

- Books You've Been Planning to Read for Ages

- Books You've Been Hunting for Years Without Success

- Books Dealing with Something You're Working on at the Moment

- Books You Want to Own So They'll Be Handy Just in Case

- Books You Could Put Aside Maybe to Read This Summer

- Books You Need to Go with Other Books on Your Shelves

- Books That Fill You with Sudden, Inexplicable Curiosity, Not Easily Justified

- Books Read Long Ago Which It's Now Time to Re-read

- Books You've Always Pretended to Have Read and Now It's Time to Sit Down and Really Read Them

THE SUN
____________________

May 2021
Issue 545

 

Tom Waits
BONE MACHINE

 

URSULA K. LE GUIN
The Left Hand of Darkness
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I talk about the gods, I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. 

…. or ….

I talk about the gods, I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth. The only truth I can understand or express is, logically defined, a lie. Psychologically defined, a symbol. Aesthetically defined, a metaphor.

 

Grizzly Bear
SHIELDS

 

FERNANDO PESSOA
____________________

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfactions with the world’s existence.

All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.