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Watching
THE CRY OF GRANUAILE
Dónal Foreman
Ireland, 2022
Saturday, May 31, 2025
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FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA
"Dawn"
Dawn in New York has
four columns of mire
and a hurricane of black pigeons
splashing in the putrid waters.
Dawn in New York groans
on enormous fire escapes
searching between the angles
for spikenards of drafted anguish.
Dawn arrives and no one receives it in his mouth
because morning and hope are impossible there.
And sometimes the furious swarming coins
penetrate like drills and devour abandoned children.
Those who got out early know in their bones
there will be no paradise or loves that bloom and die;
they know they will be mired in numbers and laws,
in mindless games, in fruitless labors.
The light is buried beneath chains and noises,
an important warning to rootless science.
And crowds stagger sleeplessly through the boroughs
as if they had just escaped a shipwreck of blood.
Translated by Greg Simon and Steven White
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Friday, May 30, 2025
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Thursday, May 29, 2025
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Wednesday, May 28, 2025
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Tuesday, May 27, 2025
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HAROLD PINTER
No Man’s Land
Experience is a paltry thing. Everyone has it and will tell his tale of it. I leave experience to psychological interpreters, the wetdream world. I myself can do any graph of experience you wish, to suit your taste or mine. Child’s play. The present will not be distorted. I am a poet. I am interested in where I am eternally present and active.
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Monday, May 26, 2025
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TOM WAITS
Opening to "Nighthawks at the Diner"
Well, an inebriated good evening to you all. Welcome to Rafael's Silver Cloud Lounge.
Slip me a little crimson, Jimson. Give me the low down, bro. What's the scoop, Betty Boob? I'm on my way into town.
Christ, I'd rather … I'm so goddamn horny, the crack of dawn better be careful around me.
Oh well, I wanna pull on your coat about something here tonight. Yeah. Little news I like to throw in your direction. See I, I used to know a girl, yeah, and it was a hubba-hubba ding dang ding. I said, "Baby you've got everything." A week later it was a hubba-hubba and ding dang dong. "Baby, this sure didn't last too long."
I know it. Things are tough all over, ain't getting any better. I was moved, to kind of swivel a little bit of a kind of an emotional weather forecast for you this evening. What I'm talking about is …
Well you know I've been playing nightclubs, staying out all night long, coming home late. Gone for three months, come back and everything in your refrigerator turns into a science project.
So you get designs on a waitress, you know. She's got three or four kids. She's sorting out her checks and she's counting out the change and you say, "Hey, Baby, heat me up a bear claw on the radar range."
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Sunday, May 25, 2025
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BERTRAND RUSSELL
Why I Am Not a Christian
That is the idea -- that we should all be wicked if we did not hold to the Christian religion. It seems to me that the people who have held to it have been for the most part extremely wicked. You find this curious fact, that the more intense has been the religion of any period and the more profound has been the dogmatic belief, the greater has been the cruelty and the worse has been the state of affairs. In the so-called ages of faith, when men really did believe the Christian religion in all its completeness, there was the Inquisition, with all its tortures; there were millions of unfortunate women burned as witches; and there was every kind of cruelty practiced upon all sorts of people in the name of religion.
You find as you look around the world that every single bit of progress in humane feeling, every improvement in the criminal law, every step toward the diminution of war, every step toward better treatment of the colored races, or every mitigation of slavery, every moral progress that there has been in the world, has been consistently opposed by the organized churches of the world.
I say quite deliberately that the Christian religion, as organized in its churches, has been and still is the principal enemy of moral progress in the world.
You may think that I am going too far when I say that that is still so. I do not think that I am. Take one fact. You will bear with me if I mention it. It is not a pleasant fact, but the churches compel one to mention facts that are not pleasant. Supposing that in this world that we live in today an inexperienced girl is married to a syphilitic man; in that case the Catholic Church says, "This is an indissoluble sacrament. You must endure celibacy or stay together. And if you stay together, you must not use birth control to prevent the birth of syphilitic children." Nobody whose natural sympathies have not been warped by dogma, or whose moral nature was not absolutely dead to all sense of suffering, could maintain that it is right and proper that that state of things should continue.
That is only an example. There are a great many ways in which, at the present moment, the church, by its insistence upon what it chooses to call morality, inflicts upon all sorts of people undeserved and unnecessary suffering. And of course, as we know, it is in its major part an opponent still of progress and improvement in all the ways that diminish suffering in the world, because it has chosen to label as morality a certain narrow set of rules of conduct which have nothing to do with human happiness; and when you say that this or that ought to be done because it would make for human happiness, they think that has nothing to do with the matter at all. What has human happiness to do with morals? The object of morals is to not make people happy.
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Saturday, May 24, 2025
EMILY DICKINSON
[We grow accustomed to the Dark -]
We grow accustomed to the Dark -
When Light is put away -
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Good bye -
A Moment - We Uncertain step
For newness of the night -
Then - fit our Vision to the Dark -
And meet the Road - erect -
And so of larger - Darknesses -
Those Evenings of the Brain -
When not a Moon disclose a sign -
Or Star - come out - within -
The Bravest - grope a little -
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead -
But as they learn to see -
Either the Darkness alters -
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight -
And Life steps almost straight.
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Friday, May 23, 2025
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JOHN FOWLES
The Magus
Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because they imagine it is the one thing that stops women laughing at them.
In it they can reduce women to the status of objects. That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, women see relationship between objects. Whether the objects love each other, need each other, match each other. It is an extra dimension of feeling we men are without and one that makes war abhorrent to all women - and absurd.
I will tell you what war is. War is a psychosis caused by an inability to see relationships. Our relationship with our fellow-men. Our relationship with our economic and historical situation. And above all our relationship to nothingness. To death.
Thursday, May 22, 2025
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JOHN FOWLES
The Magus
“The human race is unimportant. It is the self that must not be betrayed.“
“I suppose one could say that Hitler didn’t betray his self.”
“You are right. He did not. But millions of Germans did betray their selves. That was the tragedy. Not that one man had the courage to be evil. But that millions had not the courage to be good.”
Wednesday, May 21, 2025
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