i think the yeah
this is the blah

Alibi School by Jeffrey McDaniel

My pal, Jake, majored in corruption.
His final exam: a girl from the Midwest,

...

The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel

In an effort to get people to look
into each other's eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

...

Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.
-- CS Lewis

He drew a circle that shut me out -
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in.
- Outwitted, Edward Markham

Suomalaiset eivät koskaan anna periksi,
minä annan aina periksi.

(Piti tehdä video juutuubiin, mutta annoin periksi.)

Collaboration with materials

[John] Cage argued that the artist should not speak to his or her audience about the natural world, but should instead use art to heighten the audience member's sensitivity to experiences of all kinds.

Robert Rauschenberg: "And I'm opposed to the whole idea of conception-execution—of getting an idea for a picture and then carrying it out. I've always felt as though, whatever I've used and whatever I've done, the method was always closer to a collaboration with materials than to any kind of conscious manipulation and control.'

for them, the making of art had become the building of systems of pattern and randomness, and thus, in Claude Shannon's sense, of information.

http://edge.org/3rd_culture/turner06/turner06_index.html

Harry Patch (In memory of)

I am the only one that got through
The others died where ever they fell
It was an ambush
They came up from all sides
Give your leaders each a gun and then let them fight it out themselves
I've seen devils coming up from the ground
I've seen hell upon this earth
The next will be chemical but they will never learn

http://news.bbc.co.uk/today/hi/today/newsid_8184000/8184802.stm

Get fired for what you believe in, not for being average.

The breed of the grasshopper shrills, "What does the future
Matter, we shall be dead?" Ah, grasshoppers,
Death's a fierce meadowlark: but to die having made
Something more equal to the centuries
Than muscle and bone, is mostly to shed weakness.
The mountains are dead stone, the people
Admire or hate their stature, their insolent quietness,
The mountains are not softened nor troubled
And a few dead men's thoughts have the same temper.

Robinson Jeffers: Wise Men In Their Bad Hours

The saddest day of your life is when you decide to sell out and nobody wants to buy.
-- Norman Spinrad: Bug Jack Barron

Ghostbusters Law: "If somebody asks you if you are a God, you say yes!"

The Hammer Song

If I had a hammer
I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening
All over this land
I'd hammer out danger
I'd hammer out a warning
I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

Auden: The Fall of Rome

The piers are pummelled by the waves;
In a lonely field the rain
Lashes an abandoned train;
Outlaws fill the mountain caves.


Altogether elsewhere, vast
Herds of reindeer move across
Miles and miles of golden moss,
Silently and very fast.

Sylvia Plath - Last Words

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.

The Hollow Men, T. S. Eliot

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Day ahead, go. Make my punk.

Twin Peaks

"Thru the darkness of Future Past
the magician longs to see
one chants out between two worlds
Fire - walk with me."


Windom Earle: Garland, what do you fear most... in the world?
Major Briggs: The possibility that love is not enough.


...many rooms are exactly like
housed by different souls every night (?)

1. If you do what you love, you never have to work.
2. A tiny radish seed knows how to become a radish without going to college or church or anything.
3. If something is boring and then you call it art, it is still boring.

http://charlieschmidt.com/about.asp

A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence. -- Leopold Stokowski

pity this busy monster, manunkind

pity this busy monster, manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
--- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
                         A world of made
is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh

and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go

      -- E. E. Cummings

On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

Czeslaw Milosz, A Song On the End of the World

Too Fast to Live, Too Young to Work

I'm the James Dean of the dole queue
You've got to admire my cheek -
Trying to work out how to live fast and die young
On seventeen-fifty a week.
A legend in my own cubicle
All alone, never one of the mob
I'm the James Dean of the dole queue
A rebel without a job.

Mark Lamarr

Hard Lines, Faber and Faber

Being poor is people wondering why you didn't leave.


Most of gangster rap seem to revolve around killing policeman, being in jail and having penetrative sex with “hose”.

"I bought a cactus. A week later it died. And I got depressed, because I thought, Damn. I am less nurturing than a desert."
- Demetri Martin

Lastenlauluista

Ja sillä on uninen lakki ja sininen uninen vyö,
Ja unista jäätelön palaa se pienillä hampailla syö,
Ja sillä on sininen auto ja se auto hyrrää näin:
Surrur, surrur ja lähtee unen sinistä maata päin.


Muurahaiset aina rakentaa ja rakentaa,
vaan eivätkö ne koskaan valmihiksi saa?
Matkamies käy rantaan lammen vettä juodakseen,
niin peilikuva katsoo alta tyynen veen


Säde vastas: "Peikko kulta,
pimeys vie hengen multa,
enkä toivo kuolemaa.
Pois mun täytyy heti mennä;
ellen kohta valoon lennä,
niin en hetkeäkään elää saa!"

Phallocentric chicks:
they dig guys with big wars.
I just cannot, you know, believe in a war
against chicks when they've got the anti-chick war
thing goin' on.
The women will be like "Ooh, what a cute war!"

Chicks dig war

O poor heart
I was doomed from the start
Doomed to play
The villains part
I was the baddest Johnny
In the apple cart
My blood was blacker
Than the chambers of a dead nun's heart.

Nick Cave: Up Jumped The Devil

Satunnaisen nyrkkitappelun hyöty on aika kyseenalainen.

Onnelliset ihmiset eivät hymyile.

Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.

No, use my space name!

Tietyssä pisteessä ohjaaja joutuu tilanteeseen, jossa hän pyytää jotain tyyppiä laittamaan hassut viikset nenälleen, pukeutumaan vaatteisiin joita tämä ei normaalisti käytä, ja sanomaan asioita, joita tämä ei normaalisti sano - ja odottaa katsojien uskovan sen.
-- Cronenberg on Cronenberg, s. 210

I am a breath
I am a wish
I am a rocket
and a fish
I felt his measures and his weight
my own body as a scale

I heard a whisper in my ear
"you are not here, you are not here"
I saw the northern light above
and the eclipse of the sun

The Knife - Kino

I am a dragon and I don't care
I just like to see people scared.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yF1kYAZn4o8

"The lightsaber. When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherfucker in the room."

"Good. Anger is more productive than despair."

"The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers."

"Spartans don't die, they just go to hell and regroup."

"A prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages."

"We are not in trouble, we are trouble."

The Road to Wisdom

The road to wisdom? Well, it's plain
And simple to express:
Err
and err
and err again,
but less
and less
and less.

-- Piet Hein

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the secret news.

Here’s the secret news:

All people are afraid.
No one knows what they’re doing.
Everything is getting worse.
Some people deserve to die.
Your money is worthless.
No one is properly dressed.
At least one of your children will disappoint you.
The system is rigged.
Your house will never be completely clean.
All teachers are incompetent.
There are people who really dislike you.
Nothing is as good as it seems.
Things don’t last.
No one is paying attention.
The country is dying.
God doesn’t care.

George Carlin: The Secret News

Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
-- Tanita Tikaram

go go now, you've been set free
another month or so you'll be poisoning me
with your lovely smile
I see you slither away with your skin and your tail
your flickering tongue and your rattling scales
like a real reptile.

-- The Church: Reptile

WILL BOBBA FOR FURNI

DOWN WITH PANTS! UP WITH SKIRTS!

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
.
.
.
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
.
.
.
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


W.B. Yeats - The Second Coming

and this is my terrorism lipstick
my assault and battery eyeliner
my armed robbery boots

What She Was Wearing by Denver Butson
http://www.jonathancarroll.com/blog1/2009/02/carrollblog_224_3.html

"We may be in the Universe as dogs and cats are in our libraries, seeing the books and hearing the conversation, but having no inkling of the meaning of it all."
- William James, A Pluralistic Universe

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in
Coz I got time while she got freedom
Coz when a heart breaks no it don't break even

Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
Coz when a heart breaks no it don't break even, even no

The Script - BreakEven

"None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with you. You're locked up in here with me."
- Watchmen

"I don't answer to my slave name."
- X-men 3

"Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof."
- V for Vendetta

"Dammit I'm Mad"
by
Demetri Martin

...
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
"Sir, I deliver. I'm a dog"
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I'm mad.

Juotit minut känniin
heitit minut seinään
mentiin kesällä naimisiin

The Kirje

Kirjeessä jonka kirjoitit
kerroit asioita joita et koskaan sanonut
sinun on aika palata kotiin.

Kirjeessä jonka kirjoitin
kerroin asioita joita en koskaan sanonut
siksi en voi palata kotiin.

Kirje jonka kirjoitit
oliko se kirje ystävältä?
minun on saatava tietää


*


The Letter

In the letter that you wrote
I heard the words that you never spoke
It is time for you to come home

And in the letter that I wrote
were the words I never spoke
This is why I cant come home

And in the letter that you wrote
was it a letter as a friend?
This is what i must know

The Black Heart Procession - The Letter

In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape my sight,
Let those who worship evil's might
Fear my power, green lantern's light.

roses are red
violets are blue
all of my base
are belong to you

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
but whips and chains excite me.
So throw me down on the ground,
and show me that you like me.

I've packed the brownies of the Men from Mars
I leak the Plague from my nether parts
opiates are the *mass* of my religion
I steer my *own* god damn evolution!

I kidnapped the future and ransomed it for the past
I gave Mother Nature a high-protein tonsil wash
Come *on* and give me cancer
I'll spit up the tumor and butter my *bread* with it

I'm a fission reactor, I fart plutonium!
Power plants are fueled by the spew of my brow
I do it for *fun*! I *cannot* be tracked on radar!
when they plug *me* in, the lights go out in the Asia!

(The Subgenius Brag Generator)

There's comfort and control, it's safe for you and me.
News for the surface shows how hard life there can be.
why live in danger ? why live with pain ?
People from the surface find it hard to explain.
-- Quasi: Our Happiness Is Guaranteed

"Two roads diverged in the woods. I took the one less traveled, and had to eat bugs until Park rangers rescued me." -- Jim Rosenberg

FIFO

Fit in or fuck off
I smolder with generic rage
How about a nice cup
of shut the fuck up.