LO(ve) IS EL(egant)

CHARLES BUKOWSKI

“You begin saving the world by saving one person at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.”

“My ambition is handicapped by laziness” 

“An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.” 

“I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.” 

“Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire…. Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It’s real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you’ve suddenly become an idiot. There’s no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.” 

“We are 
Born like this 
Into this 
Into these carefully mad wars 
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness 
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other 
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings 
Born into this 
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die 
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty 
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed 
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes” 

The sun don’t shine up the same dog’s ass ever day.

Belief ain’t like unbelief. If you a believer then you got to come finally to the well of belief itself and then you don’t have to look no further. There ain’t no further. But the unbeliever has got a problem. He has set out to unravel the world, but everthing he can point to that ain’t true leaves two new things layin there.

I think for the most part people are good to start with. I think evil is somethin you bring on your own self. Mostly from wantin what you ain’t supposed to have.

Even God gives up at some point. There’s no ministry in hell.

Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you.

I want the dead to be dead. Forever. And I want to be one of them. Except that of course you can’t be one of them. You can’t be one of the dead because what has no existence can have no community. No community. My heart warms just thinking about it. Silence. Blackness. Aloneness. Peace. And all of it only a heartbeat away.

If people saw the world for what it truly is. Saw their lives for what they truly are. Without dreams or illusions. I don’t believe they could offer the first reason why they should not elect to die as soon as possible.

Your god must once have stood at a dawn of innumerable possibilities, and this is what he’s made of it. You tell me that I want God’s love? I don’t. Perhaps I want forgiveness, but there’s no-one left to ask it of. There’s only the hope of nothingness. 

The shadow of the axe hangs over every joy. 

(muse-y)

As it got darker outside

As my laptop display got brighter

As my eyes became droopy

As the song became slow and melodic

As my stomach growled

As I wanted to be in love

As tears welled up 

As I laugh and

think how silly this all is.

 From Monument To Masses - The Quiet Before .mp3  

verb. To understand, especially in a profound and intimate way.

A verse

You’ll never touch him again so get what you can
Leaving him empty just because he’s a man
So good when it ends, they’ll never be friends
One more night, that’s all they can spend there

Revenge by Danger Mouse and Sparklehorse

Pain
I guess it’s a matter of sensation
But somehow you have a way of avoiding it all
In my mind
I have shot you and stabbed you through your heart
I just didn’t understand
The ricochet is the second part

‘Cause you can’t hide what you intend
It glows in the dark
Once you’ve sought
The path of revenge
There’s no way to stop 
And the more I try to hurt you
The more it hurts me

Strange
It seems like a character mutation
Though I have all the means of bringing you fuckers down
I can’t make myself
To destroy upon command
Somehow forgiveness lets the evil make the laws

No you can’t hide what you intend
It glows in the dark
Once we’ve become the thing we dread
There’s no way to stop 
And the more I try to hurt you
The more it backfires

The more that it backfires
The more that it backfires

Reading: “The concept and tragedy of culture- Simmel)

“Nihil habentes, omni possidentes”- it’s characterized by the blissful poverty of early human beings, in their absolute liberation from all things that would somehow still tend to divert the soul from its path…Instead of that, human beings in very rich and overburdened cultures are “omni habiente, nihil of possidentes”

…Possessing nothing, but having everything.