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quote of the day…

"Although there may be nothing new under the sun, what is old
is new to us and so rich and astonishing that we never tire of
it. If we do tire of it, if we lose our curiosity, we have
lost something of infinite value, because to a high degree it
is curiosity that gives meaning and savour to life."
Robertson Davies

Charles Bukowski quote

“There’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.”

—The Captain Is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship, 1998


photo by loveblushfever (c)


serendipitous meeting.  inclusive and unabashed

impatiently holding out

pleading some way into a darkness complete and forgiving

stray creations of the heart sit on the shelf

unfiltered and fully saturated

-vietta brauheim



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“My whole life is a darkroom.  One…  Big…  Dark…  Room.” Winona Ryder as Lydia in Beetlejuice

~ [About her stepmother, Delia] She’s sleeping with Prince Valium tonight.~Lydia
~ I plan to have a stroke from the amount of MSG that’s in this food.~Lydia


~ I will live with you in this hellhole, but I must express myself. If you don’t let me gut out this house and make it my own, I will go insane and I will take you with me!~Delia (Catherine O’Hara)


So rent a museum

and see yourself in mirrors –

In every room an exposition

of a different phase in your life

with all your figures and faces

and pictures of all the people who

passed through you

and all the scenes

you passed through

all the landscapes of living

and longing and desiring

and spending and getting

and doing and dying

and sighing and laughing and crying

(what antic gesturing!)

And walking through the house of yourself

you climb again to all

the rooms of yourself

full of the other lives & selves

who passed through them

Rooms rooms rooms

piled up haphazard

in the architecture of time

And all the bodies clinging to each other

or rushing to windows

to break out of the room

which they boxed themselves into

All the people of your life

in one house in the night

all lights lit

like a cruise ship at sea

From the collection “A Far Rockaway of the Heart”

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

on living…..

“I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.”

Richard Nathaniel Wright (September 4, 1908 – November 28, 1960)


“There`s an old joke… two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of `em says, “Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.” The other one says, “Yeah, I know; and such small portions.” Well, that`s essentially how I feel about life — full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness — and it`s all over much too quickly.” – WOODY ALLEN

something for the end of the day…

The best way to waste your life, … is by taking notes. The easiest way to avoid living is to just watch. Look for the details. Report. Don’t participate.

Chuck Palahniuk quotes (American freelance Journalist, Satirist and Novelist. b.1961)

some things just make me smile

“Well,” said Pooh, ” and then he had to stop and

think.  Because although eating honey was a very

good thing to do, there was a moment just before

you began to eat it which was better than when you

were, but he didn’t know what it was called.

A.A. Milne

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