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I can write my own sad words
I don’t need yours
I am disgusting
My body is deteriorating
I am not beautiful
I am not poetic, or graceful
But
I have a fucking soul
That is full of empathy and compassion
I have a fire that is entirely mine
And it is entirely invincible
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The only way to be pure is to stay by yourself
Total submission can be a form of freedom
Often you should act like you are sexless
The more you know the better off you are
Symbols are more meaningful than things themselves
Description is more valuable than metaphor
It’s better to study the fact than to analyze its history
Eating too much is criminal
You should enjoy yourself because you can’t change anything anyway
There’s a fine line between information and propaganda
Chasing the new is dangerous
You can’t expect people to be something they’re not
Sometimes all you can do is look the other way
Anything is a legitimate area of investigation
Habitual contempt or disgust doesn’t reflect a finer sensibility
You can pull yourself out of any hole if you are determined enough
Imposing order is man’s vocation; chaos is a version of hell
Hiding your motives is despicable
Trading a life for a life is fair enough
Sacrificing yourself for a bad cause is not a moral act
Redistributing wealth is mandatory
Change is valuable because it gives the oppressed a chance to be tyrants
It is heroic to try to stop time
You get the face you deserve
Thinking too much can only cause trouble
You are responsible for constituting the meaning of things
You are completely guileless in your dreams
Children are the hope of the future
People are boring until they’re extremists
You don’t know what’s what until you support yourself
You must disagree with authority figures
Violence is permissable, even desirable occassionally
In some instances it’s better to die than to continue
You have no more responsibility to your family than to other people
You should raise boys and girls in the same way
At times inactivity is preferable to mindless functioning
It’s good to try to stay clean on all levels
It’s crucial to have an active fantasy life
The most profound things are inexpressible
Self-awareness can be crippling
Abstraction is a type of decadence
Being bored can make you do crazy things
Drama often obscure the real issues
Crimes against property are relatively unimportant
Dying should be as easy as falling off a log
The world operates according to discoverable laws
There’s nothing redeeming in toil
Expiring for love is beautiful but stupid
Fathers often use too much force
If you’re not political, your personal live should be exemplary
Slipping into madness is valuable for the sake of comparison
Learn to trust your own eyes
Teasing people sexually can have ugly consequences
There’s no sense being anywhere but the top of the heap
Your actions are pointless if no one notices them
A strong sense of duty can imprison you
Repetition is the best way to learn things
Jenny Holzer
Sin título, 1978
Colección Lee Ranaldo & Leah Singe
De la expo de Sonic Youth «Sensational Fix», hasta el 2 de mayo en el Centro de Arte Dos de Mayo (sí), comentada por Atkivity y algunas fotos en mi set en Flickr.
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according
to which nation. French has no word for home,
and we have no word for strict pleasure. A people
in northern India is dying out because their ancient
tongue has no words for endearment. I dream of lost
vocabularies that might express some of what
we no longer can. Maybe the Etruscan texts would
finally explain why the couples on their tombs
are smiling. And maybe not. When the thousands
of mysterious Sumerian tablets were translated,
they seemed to be business records. But what if they
are poems or psalms? My joy is the same as twelve
Ethiopian goats standing silent in the morning light.
O Lord, thou art slabs of salt and ingots of copper,
as grand as ripe barley lithe under the wind’s labor.
Her breasts are six white oxen loaded with bolts
of long-fibered Egyptian cotton. My love is a hundred
pitchers of honey. Shiploads of thuya are what
my body wants to say to your body. Giraffes are this
desire in the dark. Perhaps the spiral Minoan script
is not laguage but a map. What we feel most has
no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses, and birds.
Jack Gilbert
Ilustración vista en Holy shit it’s a fucking rainbow
your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.
Charles Bukowski
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