Hypnotic Clambake
SQUARE DANCE MESSIAH

WANG WEI
“Stone Gate Temple in the Blue Field Mountains”
____________________

Creeks and summits are brilliant at sunset.
I laze in a boat, my way in the wind’s hands.

Watching wild landscapes I forget distance
and come to the water’s edge.

Gazing at lovely far woods and clouds
I guess I’ve lost my way.

How could I know this lucid stream
would turn, leading me into mountains?

I abandon my boat, pick up a light staff
and come upon something wonderful,

four or five old monks in contemplation,
enjoying the shade of pines and cypresses.

Before the forest dawns they read Sanskrit.
Their nightly meditation quiets the peaks.

Here even shepherd boys know the Dao.
Woodcutters bring in worldly news.

They sleep at night in the woods
with incense, on mats clean as jade.

Their robes are steeped in valley fragrances;
the stone cliffs shine under a mountain moon.

I fear I will lose this refuge forever
so at daybreak I fix it in my mind.

People of Peach Tree Spring goodbye.
I’ll be back when flowers turn red.

Art Tatum
DISCOVERIES

 

RAY BRADBURY

____________________

Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered - sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks.

The Dead South
GOOD COMPANY
 

ANAÏS NIN
Little Birds

____________________

He was whispering over and over again the same phrase, “You have the body of an angel. It is impossible that such a body should have a sex. You have the body of an angel.” 

The anger swept over Fay like a fever, an anger at his moving his penis away from her hand. She sat up, her hair wild about her shoulders, and said, “I am not an angel, Albert. I am a woman. I want you to love me as a woman.

Leonard Elschenbroich

Sergei Prokofiev

CELLO SONATA IN C MAJOR, OP. 119

Dmitry Kabalevsky

CELLO CONCERTO NO. 2 IN C MAJOR, OP. 77 

Alexeri Grynyuk, Peter Limonov

Andrew Litton

Nederlands Philharmonisch Orkest

JEAN-PAUL SARTRE

Nausea

____________________

It is one-thirty. I am eating a sandwich in the Café Mably, everything is more or less normal. Anyway, everything is always normal in cafés and especially the Café Mably, because of the manager, M. Fasquelle, who has a raffish look which is positively reassuring. It will soon be time for his nap and his eyes are pink already, but he stays quick and decisive. He strolls among the tables and speaks confidently to the customers. “Is everything all right, Monsieur?”

Johann Sebastian Bach
JOHANNES-PASSION

Sebastian Noack, Mark Padmore, Sibylla Rubens, Andreas Scholl, Michael Volle, Dominik Wörner

Philippe Herreweghe

Collegium Vocale Gent, Enoch zu Guttenberg

The 2001 Recording

ALBERT CAMUS

A Happy Death

When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears. Like that sky. It's rain and sun both, noon and midnight. I think of the lips I've kissed, and of the wretched child I was, and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. I'm all those things at once. I'm sure there are times when you wouldn't even recognize me. Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness—I can't say it.

MARCUS AURELIUS
Meditations, 12.19
____________________

Understand at last that you have something in you more powerful and divine than what causes the bodily passions and pulls you like a mere puppet. What thoughts now occupy my mind? Is it not fear, suspicion, desire, or something like that?

Voice of the Turtle
BRIDGES OF SONG
Music of the Spanish Jews in Morocco

 

EMMA LAZARUS
“The New Colossus”

____________________

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Henry Purcell
DIDO AND AENEAS

Susan Graham, Ian Bostridge, Camilla Tilling, Cécile de Boever, Felicity Palmer, David Daniels, Paul Agnew

Emmanuelle Haïm
Le Concert d’Astrée, European Voices

 

 

La Venexiana
L'ARTE DEL MADRIGALE
Madrigals by Wert, Marenzio, Luzzaschi, Gesualdo and D’India

CORMAC McCARTHY

Blood Meridian

____________________

The judge like a great ponderous djinn stepped through the fire and the flames delivered him up as if he were in some way native to their element.

ALDOUS HUXLEY
Brave New World Revisited

____________________

Given unchecked over-population and over-organization, we may expect to see in the democratic countries a reversal of the process which transformed England into a democracy, while retaining all the outward forms of a monarchy. 

Under the relentless thrust of accelerating overpopulation and increasing over-organization, and by means of ever more effective methods of mind-manip­ulation, the democracies will change their nature; the quaint old forms - elections, parliaments, Supreme Courts, and all the rest - will remain.

The underlying substance will be a new kind of non-violent totalitarianism. All the traditional names, all the hallowed slogans will remain exactly what they were in the good old days. Democracy and freedom will be the theme of every broadcast and editorial - but democracy and freedom in a strictly Pickwickian sense. 

Meanwhile the ruling oligarchy and its highly trained elite of soldiers, policemen, thought-manufacturers, and mind-manipulators will quietly run the show as they see fit.

Jakub Józef Orliński

ANIMA SACRA

Maxim Emelyanychev

Il Pomo d'Oro

Frédéric Chopin
PIANO CONCERTO NO. 1 IN E MINOR

Emil Gilels

Eugene Ormandy
The Philadelphia Orchestra

 

H. L. MENCHEN in 1920

____________________

As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.

HAROLD PINTER

____________________

Language, under these conditions, is a highly ambiguous commerce. So often, below the words spoken, is the thing known and unspoken. My characters tell me so much and no more, with reference to their experience, their aspirations, their motives, their history. Between my lack of biographical data about them and the ambiguity of what they say there lies a territory which is not only worthy of exploration but which it is compulsory to explore.

You and I, the characters which grow on a page, most of the time we’re inexpressive, giving little away, unreliable, elusive, evasive, obstructive, unwilling. But it’s out of these attributes that a language arises. A language, I repeat, where, underneath what is said, another thing is being said.

THE SUN

Issue 542
February 2021

 

Ryan Adams
HEARTBREAKER

 

GEORGE ORWELL
1984

____________________

Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book rewritten, every picture repainted, every date altered. The process is continuing day by day, minute by minute. History has stopped. Nothing exists except an endless present in which The Party is always right.

Steve Martin and Edie Brickell
SO FAMILIAR

 

Franz Schubert

WINTERREISE

Ian Bostridge
Leif Ove Andsnes

 

CHRISTOPHER HITCHENS

____________________

I am absolutely convinced that the main source of hate in the world is religion and organized religion. Absolutely convinced of that. And I think it should be - religion - treated with ridicule, hatred, and contempt.

So when I say that I think religion poisons everything, I’m not just doing what publishers like and coming up with a provocative subtitle. I mean to say it infects us in our most basic integrity.

It says we can’t be moral without “Big Brother,” without a totalitarian permission. It means we can’t be good to one another without this. It means we must be afraid.

We must also be forced to love someone whom we fear - the essence of sado-masochism, the essence of abjection, the essence of the Master/Slave relationship. And that it knows death is coming, and can’t wait to bring it on.

I say that is Evil.

And though I do, some nights, stay home, I enjoy more the nights when I go out and fight against this ultimate wickedness and this ultimate stupidity.

ANAÏS NIN
Little Birds

There are women’s voices that sound like poetic, unearthly echoes. Then they change. The eyes change. I believe that all these legends about people changing into animals at night – like the stories of the werewolf, for instance – were invented by men who saw women transformed at night – from idealized, worshipful creatures into animals and thought that they were possessed.

Nina Simone

FOLKSY NINA

RACHEL AMA'S VEGAN EATS
Tasty Plant-Based Recipes for Every Day

Rachel Ama

LYSANDER SPOONER

___________________

There is not, in the Constitution, a syllable that implies that persons born within the territorial limits of the United States will be judged by any different rule, on the subject of treason, than persons of foreign birth.

ANTHONY LICCIONE

____________________

Nothing like being in a dream, then waking up to a nightmare.

PABLO NERUDA

"My Dog Has Died"

____________________

My dog has died.

I buried him in the garden

next to a rusted old machine.

Some day I'll join him right there,

but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,

his bad manners and his cold nose,

and I, the materialist, who never believed

in any promised heaven in the sky

for any human being,

I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.

Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom

where my dog waits for my arrival

waving his fan-like tail in friendship.

Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,

of having lost a companion

who was never servile.

His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine

withholding its authority,

was the friendship of a star, aloof,

with no more intimacy than was called for,

with no exaggerations:

he never climbed all over my clothes

filling me full of his hair or his mange,

he never rubbed up against my knee

like other dogs obsessed with sex.

No, my dog used to gaze at me,

paying me the attention I need,

the attention required

to make a vain person like me understand

that, being a dog, he was wasting time,

but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,

he'd keep on gazing at me

with a look that reserved for me alone

all his sweet and shaggy life,

always near me, never troubling me,

and asking nothing.

Ai, how many times have I envied his tail

as we walked together on the shores of the sea

in the lonely winter of Isla Negra

where the wintering birds filled the sky

and my hairy dog was jumping about

full of the voltage of the sea's movement:

my wandering dog, sniffing away

with his golden tail held high,

face to face with the ocean's spray.

Joyful, joyful, joyful,

as only dogs know how to be happy

with only the autonomy

of their shameless spirit.

There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,

and we don't now and never did lie to each other.

So now he's gone and I buried him,

and that's all there is to it.

ELIAS CANETTI

____________________

I am so full of my dead, no else can die, for there is no more room.

A. A. Milne
_____

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
 

YUAN MEI

“Wrapped, surrounded by ten thousand mountains“

__________________

Wrapped, surrounded by ten thousand mountains,
Cut off, no place to go….
Until you’re here, there’s no way to get here.
Once you’re here, there’s no way to go.

DR. SEUSS
_____

Remember me and smile, for it’s better to forget than to remember me and cry.

 

SCHITT'S CREEK

Season Four

E. M. FORSTER

____________________

We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.

HELEN KELLER
_____

So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.

 

 

SCHITT'S CREEK

Season Three
 

 

SCHITT'S CREEK

Season Two
 

GWENDOLYN BROOKS
"Gay Chaps at the Bar"

____________________

... and guys I knew in the States, young officers, return from the front crying and trembling. Gay chaps at the bar in Los Angeles, Chicago, New York ...
—Lt. William Couch in the South Pacific

We knew how to order. Just the dash
Necessary. The length of gaiety in good taste.
Whether the raillery should be slightly iced
And given green, or served up hot and lush.
And we knew beautifully how to give to women
The summer spread, the tropics of our love.
When to persist, or hold a hunger off.
Knew white speech. How to make a look an omen.
But nothing ever taught us to be islands.
And smart, athletic language for this hour
Was not in the curriculum. No stout
Lesson showed how to chat with death. We brought
No brass fortissimo, among our talents,
To holler down the lions in this air.

 

DU FU

"Traveling Again"

____________________

This temple: I remember traveling here once.
I recall this bridge that I now cross again.
Rivers and mountains seem to have been waiting,
flowers and willows have been more than unselfish.
The countryside shines vividly through thin mist, the soft sun on the sand is the color of duck.
All of this traveler's sorrows fade away.
Why should I leave this place again.

IRIS MURDOCH

____________________

I think being a woman is like being Irish ... Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the time.

MARCUS AURELIUS

____________________

The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.

CONOR O'CALLAGHAN

"The whole island"

____________________

agrees they should be
ashamed of themselves,
whoever they are.

On the late walk
home, I pause
at the top of the road
and make out

between waves
the whispers
of poachers
in a boat

in the stars,
their unwise
laughter that
can’t be helped.

SCHITT'S CREEK

Season One
 

SAMUEL R. DELANY

Dhalgren

___________________

Babes, I am so bored here that I don’t think, since I’ve come, I’ve ever been more than three minutes away from some really astonishing act of violence. 

LET'S SCARE JESSICA TO DEATH

ALBERT CAMUS

____________________

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

HANNAH ARENDT

The Origins of Totalitarianism

____________________

The ideal subject of totalitarian rule is not the convinced Nazi or the convinced Communist, but people for whom the distinction between fact and fiction (i.e., the reality of experience) and the distinction between true and false (i.e., the standards of thought) no longer exist.

DAUGHTERS OF DARKNESS

Harry Kümel

Belgium/France, 1971

STEPHEN KING

The Shining

____________________

This inhuman place makes human monsters.

-

SISTER JUDE

American Horror Story: Asylum

____________________

All monsters are human.

THE VAMPIRE LOVERS

Roy Ward Baker

UK, 1970

 TROG

Freddie Fields

UK, 1970

DEATH LINE (aka RAW MEAT)

Gary Sherman

UK, 1972

EMILY BRONTË

“Fall Leaves Fall”

____________________

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

EZRA POUND

"In A Station of the Metro"

____________________

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough.

T'AO CH'IEN

____________________

Unsettled, a bird lost from the flock –
Keeps flying by itself in the dusk.
Back and forth, it has no resting place,
Night after night, more anguished its cries.
Its shrill sound yearns for the pure and distant –
Coming from afar, how anxiously it flutters!

It chances to find a pine tree growing all apart;
Folding its wings, it has come home at last.
In the gusty wind there is no dense growth;
This canopy alone does not decay.
Having found a perch to roost on,
In a thousand years it will not depart.

JOHN FOWLES

____________________

Nature regularly brings tears into my eyes; humans very, very seldom.

LITA BLAKE

Earthly Desires

____________________

"Go back up." The angel chuckled. "Well, that would be easy enough if I wanted to go up, but I assure you that I've had quite enough of up to last forever.' The angel shook with mirth again. 'Or until tomorrow. Or whenever I'm overcome with the lust for it once more. It's quite delightful, except that it's terrifying. Which is, of course, how so many of the best things are.”

JUST ENOUGH
Vegan Recipes and Stories from Japan's Buddhist Temples

Gesshin Claire Greenwood

MUSIC OF A DISTANT DRUM
Classical Arabic, Persian, Turkish, and Hebrew Poems

Bernard Lewis

URSULA K. LE GUIN 

The Left Hand of Darkness

____________________

How does one hate a country, or love one? Tibe talks about it; I lack the trick of it. I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply?

What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That's a good thing, but one mustn't make a virtue of it, or a profession... Insofar as I love life, I love the hills of the Domain of Estre, but that sort of love does not have a boundary-line of hate. And beyond that, I am ignorant, I hope.

WENDELL BERRY

“How To Be a Poet"

____________________

(to remind myself)

I 

Make a place to sit down.   Sit down. Be quiet.   You must depend upon   affection, reading, knowledge,   skill—more of each   than you have—inspiration,   work, growing older, patience,   for patience joins time   to eternity. Any readers   who like your poems,   doubt their judgment. 

II

Breathe with unconditional breath   the unconditioned air.   Shun electric wire.   Communicate slowly. Live   a three-dimensioned life;   stay away from screens.   Stay away from anything   that obscures the place it is in.   There are no unsacred places;   there are only sacred places   and desecrated places. 

III

Accept what comes from silence.   Make the best you can of it.   Of the little words that come   out of the silence, like prayers   prayed back to the one who prays,   make a poem that does not disturb   the silence from which it came.

 HAGAZUSSA

Lukas Feigelfeld

Germany, 2017

SHEIKH HAMZA YUSEF

__________________

Perhaps a sin that humbles you is better than a good deed that makes you arrogant.

J. FRANK CONDON (1872)

___________________

It has been remarked by a wise man that he who wrestles with a hog must expect to be spattered with filth, whether he is vanquished or not. This maxim I have long known and appreciated; nevertheless, there are occasions when it must be disregarded. A man may be attacked in such a way that he is compelled to flagellate his hogship, even at the risk of being contaminated by the unclean beast.

TENNESSEE WILLIAMS

____________________

I do believe that the intelligent person, the moral individual, must avoid evil and cruelty and dishonesties. One can try to pursue a path of virtue. That remains to us, I hope.

EZRA POUND

"Canto XIV"

____________________

With Usura

With usura hath no man a house of good stone
each block cut smooth and well fitting
that design might cover their face,
with usura
hath no man a painted paradise on his church wall
harpes et luz
or where virgin receiveth message
and halo projects from incision,
with usura
seeth no man Gonzaga his heirs and his concubines
no picture is made to endure nor to live with
but it is made to sell and sell quickly
with usura, sin against nature,
is thy bread ever more of stale rags
is thy bread dry as paper,
with no mountain wheat, no strong flour
with usura the line grows thick
with usura is no clear demarcation
and no man can find site for his dwelling.
Stonecutter is kept from his tone
weaver is kept from his loom

WITH USURA
wool comes not to market
sheep bringeth no gain with usura
Usura is a murrain, usura
blunteth the needle in the maid's hand
and stoppeth the spinner's cunning. Pietro Lombardo
came not by usura
Duccio came not by usura
nor Pier della Francesca; Zuan Bellin' not by usura
nor was ‘La Calunnia' painted.
Came not by usura Angelico; came not Ambrogio Praedis,
Came no church of cut stone signed: Adamo me fecit.
Not by usura St. Trophime
Not by usura Saint Hilaire,
Usura rusteth the chisel
It rusteth the craft and the craftsman
It gnaweth the thread in the loom
None learneth to weave gold in her pattern;
Azure hath a canker by usura; cramoisi is unbroidered
Emerald findeth no Memling
Usura slayeth the child in the womb
It stayeth the young man's courting
It hath brought palsey to bed, lyeth
between the young bride and her bridegroom

CONTRA NATURAM
They have brought whores for Eleusis
Corpses are set to banquet
at behest of usura.

MARK Z. DANIELEWSKI

House of Leaves

____________________

Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And for better or worse you'll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you've got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.

And then the nightmares will begin.

MARGARET MEAD
Interview, 1956

______________________

When human beings have been fascinated by the contemplation of their own hearts, the more intricate biological pattern of the female has become a model for the artist, the mystic, and the saint. When mankind turns instead to what can be done, altered, built, invented, in the outer world, all natural properties of men, animals, or metals become handicaps to be altered rather than clues to be followed. Women want mediocre men, and men are working hard to be as mediocre as possible.

GEORGE BERNARD SHAW
Back to Methuselah

____________________

You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.

BONNIE 'PRINCE' BILLY
“No Bad News”

____________________

Trouble, more trouble can you get anymore
Slow bubble boiling on the bedroom floor
Lonely ain’t lonely, someone calling at the door
Someone lovely and she’s bringing bad news

She clenches and she cries and she lays on the stairs
Pounding on the earth and yanking at her hairs
And showing such fear at being found unawares
To be here and be bringing bad news

Well, something bad happens and a lot of people go
Bad themselves, that’s how awful it is
Turning half the heart into something hard and dark
And she had to bring here this

Well, she’s told, “Hold your buttons and look at the sky
Someone will fix things if you let your face dry
Keep your face near the earth and your heart beat high
And you may transcend the bad news”

Well, something bad happens and a lot of people go
Bad themselves, that’s how awful it is
Turning half the heart into something hard and dark
And she had to bring here this

For all hammers and nails
For all leaves and winds
For all love ambitions
And enemies and friends

BHAGAVAD GĪTĀ

Chapter 18 / Text 48

____________________

Every endeavor is covered by some sort of fault, just as fire is covered by smoke. Therefore one should not give up the work which is born of his nature, O son of Kunti, even if such work is full of fault.

 

JASON EPSTEIN
“This Side of Paradiso”

____________________

The future seems to me a vacuum, while the past, as one considers it, appears substantially uniform, shaped less by new technologies than by predictable human behavior, most of it discouraging. The moral world of The Divine Comedy is, after all, identical to the one we still inhabit.

HOT VEGAN
200 Sultry & Full-Flavored Recipes from Around the World

Robin Robertson

LAURA INGALLS WILDER

Writings to Young Women from Laura Ingalls Wilder: On Wisdom and Virtues

____________________

As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. They are the things that fill our lives with comfort and our hearts with gladness -- just the pure air to breathe and the strength to breath it; just warmth and shelter and home folks; just plain food that gives us strength; the bright sunshine on a cold day; and a cool breeze when the day is warm.

CHÖGYAM TRUNGPA
“The Nameless Child”

____________________

There is a mountain of gold. When the sun’s rays strike it, it is irritating to look at. It is surrounded by red, green, yellow, orange, pink and liver-colored clouds, wafted gently by the wind. Around the mountain fly thousands of copper-winged birds with silver heads and iron beaks. A ruby sun rises in the East and a crystal moon sets in the West. The whole earth is covered with pearl-dust snow. Upon it a luminous child without a name instantaneously comes into being.

The golden mountain is dignified, the sunlight is blazing red.
Dreamlike clouds of many colors float across the sky.
In the place where iron birds croak,
The instantaneously-born child can find no name.

Because he has no father, the child has no family line. Because he has no mother, he has never tasted milk. Because he has neither brother nor sister, he has no one to play with. Having no house to live in, he cannot find a crib. Since he has no nanny, he has never cried. There is no civilization, so he cannot find toys. Since there is no point of reference, he doesn’t know a self. He has never heard spoken language, so he has never experienced fear.

The child walks in every direction, but does not come across anything. He sits down slowly on the ground. Nothing happens. The colorful world seems sometimes to exist and sometimes not. He gathers a handful of pearl dust and lets it trickle through his fingers. He gathers another handful and slowly takes it into his mouth. Hearing the pearl dust crunch between his teeth, he gazes at the ruby sun setting and the crystal moon rising. Suddenly a whole galaxy of stars wondrously appears and he lies on his back to admire their patterns. The nameless child falls into a deep sleep, but has no dreams.

The child’s world has no beginning or end.
To him, colors are neither beautiful nor ugly.
The child’s nature has no preconceived notion of birth and death.
The golden mountain is solid and unchanging.
The ruby sun is all-pervading.
The crystal moon watches over millions of stars.
The child exists without preconceptions.

IRIS MURDOCH

____________________

Beauty is the convenient and traditional name of something which art and nature share, and which gives a fairly clear sense to the idea of quality of experience and change of consciousness. I am looking out of my window in an anxious and resentful state of mind, oblivious of my surroundings, brooding perhaps on some damage done to my prestige. Then suddenly I observe a hovering kestrel. In a moment everything is altered. The brooding self with its hurt vanity has disappeared. There is nothing now but kestrel. And when I return to thinking of the other matter it seems less important. And of course this is something which we may also do deliberately: give attention to nature in order to clear our minds of selfish care.

HAROLD PINTER
Silence

____________________

Now and again I meet my drinking companion and have a drink with her. She is a friendly woman, quite elderly, quite friendly. But she knows little of me, she could never know much of me, not really, not now. She’s funny. She starts talking sexily to me, in the corner, with our drinks. I laugh.

CHRISTOPHER HITCHENS

____________________

I am absolutely convinced that the main source of hate in the world is religion and organized religion. Absolutely convinced of that. And I think it should be - religion - treated with ridicule, hatred, and contempt.

So when I say that I think religion poisons everything, I’m not just doing what publishers like and coming up with a provocative subtitle. I mean to say it infects us in our most basic integrity.

It says we can’t be moral without “Big Brother,” without a totalitarian permission. It means we can’t be good to one another without this. It means we must be afraid.

We must also be forced to love someone whom we fear - the essence of sado-masochism, the essence of abjection, the essence of the Master/Slave relationship. And that it knows death is coming, and can’t wait to bring it on.

I say that is Evil.

And though I do, some nights, stay home, I enjoy more the nights when I go out and fight against this ultimate wickedness and this ultimate stupidity.

FLANNERY O'CONNOR

____________________

Accepting oneself does not preclude an attempt to become better.

MARGARET ATWOOD

____________________

I write as if I’ve lived a lot of things I haven’t lived.

NĀGĀRJUNA
Mūlamadhyamakakārikā (Fundamental Verses on the Middle Way)

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The pacification of all cognitive grasping and
The pacification of conceptual proliferation
Are peace.

VEGAN 100
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Gaz Oakley

Circus Magazine
October 1977

EGON SCHIELE - EROS AND PASSION

Klaus Albrecht Schröder

THE ART OF PLANT-BASED CHEESEMAKING
How to Craft Real, Cultured, Non-Dairy Cheese

Karen McAthy

BISH BASH BOSH!

Henry Firth & Ian Theasby

SAMUEL BECKETT

The Unnamable

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Bah, the latest news, the latest news is not the last.

 

FREDERICK DOUGLASS

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Those who profess to favor freedom and yet deprecate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground.

JOSEPHINE BAKER

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I have never really been a great artist. I have been a human being that has loved art, which is not the same thing. But I have loved and believed in art and the idea of universal brotherhood so much, that I have put everything I have into them, and I have been blessed.

DakhaBrakha & Karbido. 
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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

HAROLD PINTER
Old Times

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What worries me is the thought of your husband rumbling about alone in his enormous villa living hand to mouth on a few hardboiled eggs and unable to speak a damn word of English.

FLANNERY O'CONNOR

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The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.

PIER PAOLO PASOLINI
From Selected Poems

It’s not Love. But what fault is it of mine
if my affections do not become
Love? Very much my fault, I would say,
when I can live from day to day
on mad purity, blind pity…
Make a scandal of meekness.
But the violence of the senses and intellect
that has confounded me for years
was the only way.

THE FORKS OVER KNIVES PLAN
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JOHN FOWLES

The Magus
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“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.”