Quotes: You're not back on Sextillion, are you? Son, I've seen men come back from that place with some of the most virulent anal warts in the universe.Quotes: You're not back on Sextillion, are you? Son, I've seen men come back from that place with some of the most virulent anal warts in the universe. ...more
Quotes: Nothing drives a man to new pussy faster than seeing a kid come out of the old one.
Most jobs are impossible to do without drugs.
The universeQuotes: Nothing drives a man to new pussy faster than seeing a kid come out of the old one.
Most jobs are impossible to do without drugs.
The universe has no idea how man ordinary robots are suffering so that royals like this Princeling can prosper. --The universe doesn't know because it doesn't care. Even if I could get you on the air, once you start ranting about politics, 90% of your audience is just going to change the channel. --You're wrong. As soon as they hear about what happened to my boy-- --I'm sorry, but all they'll hear is another angry foreigner. If you want people to pay attention to you, you have to talk about sex.
All a bit juvenile really. He's piggybacking off Sade. Interesting that he explains the book really comes from the disgust he had for his slowly deterAll a bit juvenile really. He's piggybacking off Sade. Interesting that he explains the book really comes from the disgust he had for his slowly deteriorating into insanity due to syphilis father who shit himself bedridden and was blind. To say that an egg is connected to the eyeball and to the testicle is I suppose to say that voyeurism, lust, birth, transgression, and death are all connected in the world of perversion, rape, dominance, and murder. As Sartre says of him on the backcover: Bataille denudes himself, exposes himself, his exhibitionism aims at destroying all literature. He is a holocaust of words. But really we should take everything Sartre says with a grain of salt, or a grain of grime, really Bataille is not destroying literature, he's exalting in the shit and grime and blind fury/lust/instinct/violence of humanity and he's wants us to get a little hard while we imagine some torturously grotesque scenario. Although for the record, I never got hard to the image of a 14 year old girl peeing on the open eyes of another 14 year old dead girl. Lastly, I will admit that he talks about bull fighting much better than Hemmingway does.
Quotes: Nothing was more bizarre for me in those utterly thrilling moments than my nudity against the wind on the path of that unknown garden. It was as if I had left the earth.
the milky way, that strange breach of astral sperm and heavenly urine across the cranial vault formed by the ring of constellations: that open crack at the summit of the sky, apparently made of ammoniacal vapors shining in the immensity (in empty space, where they burst forth absurdly like a rooster's crow in total silence), a broken egg, a broken eye, or my own dazzled skull weighing down the rock, bouncing symmetrical images back to infinity.
an obstacle as ridiculous as death.
she kept staring into space all the time, looking as if she belonged to something other than the terrestrial world, where almost everything bored her; or if she was still attached to this world, then purely by way of orgasms, that were rare, but incomparably more violent than before.
"Father, I still have not confessed the worst sin of all." A few seconds of silence. "The worst sin of all is very simply that I'm jerking off while talking to you." More seconds of whispering inside, and finally almost aloud: "If you don't believe me, I can show you." And indeed, Simone stood up and spread one thigh before the eye of the window while jerking off with a quick, sure hand.
"Precisely," continued Sir Edmond. "The hosts, as you see, are nothing other than Christ's sperm in the form of small white biscuits. And as for the wine they put in the chalice, the ecclesiastics say it is the blood of Christ, but they are obviously mistaken. If they really thought it was the blood, they would use red wine, but since they employ only white wine, they are showing that at the bottom of their hearts they are quite aware that this is urine." ...more
Quotes: Over the years, we met every kind of person imaginable. "You stupid cunts here to take back my advance?" But no one makes worse first impressioQuotes: Over the years, we met every kind of person imaginable. "You stupid cunts here to take back my advance?" But no one makes worse first impressions than writers.
My name is Sophie. I am six and a half years old. I can stand on one leg for a real long time. My favorite color is blue-green. I want to be a doctor or a dancer when I am grown up. I am all dirty on the inside because I did the things with-- LYING [hugs Lying cat]
Upsher and I have covered way worse crap done by both sides. Exactly. It's the stories with no sides that worry them.
You really want to raise Hazel around these kinds of people? Better actors than more soldiers. Then you've dated an actor.
Disappointing finale, also columns packaged at the end are not that great. Series seemed to fizzle out about halfway through when it became obvious thDisappointing finale, also columns packaged at the end are not that great. Series seemed to fizzle out about halfway through when it became obvious that the get the smiler plot was going to be the main story arc and there wasn't going to be many more side stories. Best side stories were in Volume 2.
Quote: from tv show Sex Puppets: Remember kids--never let a huffalo monster have an orgasm without a garbage sack!...more
Quotes: Mechanics is--at least begins as--a drug, one new enough that we haven't yet developed addiction resistance to it. A drug whose chemical code iQuotes: Mechanics is--at least begins as--a drug, one new enough that we haven't yet developed addiction resistance to it. A drug whose chemical code is also machine code. Make the AI card scan the drug, do the drug yourself, and you and the machine intelligence both get good and fucked up. The drug creates a connection between your mind and the AI. The AI breaks into your head and starts messing around with your DNA. Move a human chemical here, juggle some more there--and human tissue becomes mineral matter. You grow mechanics. The high passes. The mechanics remain.
Quotes: city cleaners turning garbage into oxygen with makerguns.
the old scum descend from their gentrified apartments to gather garbage with which toQuotes: city cleaners turning garbage into oxygen with makerguns.
the old scum descend from their gentrified apartments to gather garbage with which to run their Makers cheaply, just fifteen minutes ahead of the street cleaners.
--This is all my fault. Haha. Me and my crew here. --You have entered a technology free zone. All informational devices within the zone no longer work. That includes your credit cards. Sorry about that. --You are the information-rich. Your access to electronic knowledge makes you among the most privileged creatures on earth. It's also made you forget how to be human. Technology free zones base their continued operation on human-to-human interaction. --That means talking. Holding hands. Telling stories. Dirty jokes. That sort of thing. --In a little while, you can go back to the world of information, continue to jabber, and click about being "transhuman" or "posthuman". But in the meantime, let's see if we can't remind you about being just human.
Quotes: Politics is like herpes. Once you've got it...
You be nice to him. You purr. You suck his dick if you think it'll help. We need that column on oQuotes: Politics is like herpes. Once you've got it...
You be nice to him. You purr. You suck his dick if you think it'll help. We need that column on our side. / For God's sake Senator... / Spider Jerusalem speaks to a vast audience of losers, wannabes, white trash, hate, addicts, children, and nerve damage cases. All of whom have votes. They are the New Scum and they're the biggest voting block in the city.
Spider Jerusalem needs to be in the city to write, but he also needs to be hated. ...more
Starts out strong, slows down and starts to repeat itself about half way through, doesn't really end up anywhere as interesting as suggested by the opStarts out strong, slows down and starts to repeat itself about half way through, doesn't really end up anywhere as interesting as suggested by the opening. Characters fall off and new ones appear at random intervals. Certainly better and more coherent than naked lunch.
quotes: There is simply no room left for "freedom from tyranny of government" since city dwellers depend on it for food, power, water, transportation, protection, and welfare. Your right to live where you want, with companions of your choosing, under laws to which you agree, died in the 18th century with Captain Mission. Only a miracle or a disaster could restore it.
Mr. Snide, do you consider Hiroshima a crime? Yes Were you tempted to go after the higher-ups? No. It wasn't my business.
It is said that an initiate who wishes to know the answer to any question need only repeat these words as he falls asleep and the answer will come to him in a dream.
He offered me a cup of Smum, a mixture of black rum and the blood of a menstruating seal ...more
Notes & Quotes: What was a bohemian headquarters like this doing lodged in the world's most capitalist city?
There were other fears too: that the foNotes & Quotes: What was a bohemian headquarters like this doing lodged in the world's most capitalist city?
There were other fears too: that the forced intimacy of Parisian-style apartment living might lead the residents to looser moral standards, or, even worse, that the apartment-dwellers might be mistaken for the lower-class types in the rooming houses downtown.
It was difficult to attract hard-working individuals to rural phalanxes and recommended that collectives locate themselves in cities instead, with access to tools, ideas, and markets and the opportunity to take their place "at the front of the general march of improvement"
By joining together to form a residential group or club, New Yorkers could buy their own land directly and commission the construction of their own shared building, eliminating the middleman and redirecting the savings toward larger, higher-quality apartments. Restricting membership to others of their social standing would protect New Yorker's reputations even when they chose to live in less expensive neighborhoods. Once in residence, they would save even more money by splitting the expenses of maintenance and fuel, which would allow them to spend less time earning a living and more time with family and in other pursuits.
Hubert's intention had been to address the "poor man's" comfort and needs, as Greeley had hoped--but as Fourier had predicted of his own utopian experiments, "merely by working with the poor class, we will attract the middle class, which will want to purchase shares and install itself in the place of poor families"--and so it happened with this first home club. When less-well-off New Yorkers hesitated, suspicious of a deal that seemed too good to be true, families with more money rushed to invest. Reluctantly, the architect gave in to middle-class demand, but he later wrote of his deep frustration over this failure to solve one of the most crucial problems of the city's working poor.
A corrupt society naturally corrupts the souls of those who live within it, Fourier had written.
In the early stages, Fourier had written, 7/8s of the members chosen for an association should be farmers and artisans, those who possessed the knowledge and experience needed to get a rural phalanx going. For this cooperative, on an island under massive construction, the closest equivalents were clearly the builders, contractors, and real estate developers then involved in the creative process of "growing" the city.
Once enough members with the knowledge and ability to take care of a phalanx's material needs were assembled, Fourier had suggested, most of the remaining portion of its population should consist of scholars and artists, who could serve the community's psychological and spiritual needs. The fifteen studios on the Chelsea's top floor, each filled with light from north-facing windows ten feet square, ensured significant participation by artists, and a number of the city's most promising young painters became association members or tenants. Writers joined to take advantage of the Chelsea's soundproof walls and inspiring views.
In mid-1880s New York, Jay Gould was boasting that if necessary he could "hire one half of the working class to kill the other half" and anarchist Johann Most was distributing bomb making manuals to unruly residents of the Lower East Side.
Referring to Bellamy's Looking Backward becoming a bestseller, Howells was astonished to see how easily such a dose of undiluted socialism could be gulped down by some of the most vigilant opponents of that theory when it was presented in the sugar-coated form of a dream.
Howells nominated Crane for membership in the NY Author's Club, while Crane invited Howells to rowdy dinners at the Lantern Club, housed in a rooftop shanty near the Brooklyn Bridge where rebel writers held "high intellectual revels" challenging one another's literary theories and reading their stories aloud.
A urban phalanstery would have to open its doors to the poor if it was to succeed.
the 1913 armory show gave evidence of the energy and intellectual force that a population of artists could release in a mature, supportive culture, referring here to the avant-garde Europeans, that the Americans will still have to catch up to.
Referring to 1929 stock market crash, Writers and artists wrote Edmund Wilson: couldn't help being exhilarated at the sudden unexpected collapse of that stupid gigantic fraud. It gave us a new sense of freedom...a new sense of power to find oursevles still carrying on while the bankers for a change were taking a beating.
Federal Art Project and Federal Theatre Project: Old utopian ideas resurfaced in these first-ever official acknowledgements that American artists were legitimate workers who had a value to society and were deserving of payments of $38.25 per week for their paintings and posters, performances and plays. As word spread of these initiatives, open to all unemployed artists on Home Relief, regardless of stylistic approach or degree of success, painters, sculptors, dancers, and composers "were shouting with the excitement of children at a zoo". Sloan, fro whom making a sale was still like pushing a boulder up a hill could rely on the steady paycheck to maintain his studio as well as buy food. Hundreds of younger artists, including Jackson Pollock, Arshile Gorky, Philip Guston, Mark Rothko, and Ad Reinhardt, now had the time and security to explore new ideas, while those in the performing arts threw themselves into such experimental works as Marc Blitzstein's The Cradle Will Rock and an African-American production of Macbeth directed by a 19yrold actor named Orson Welles. "I can't begin to tell you how rich everybody was" one artist recalled.
Sloan taught the next generation of younger artists that the first rule was to learn to live frugally. A willingness to tolerate cold-water lofts and to recycle paintbrushes freed artists from having to endure just about everything petty and soul killing. It afforded them the supreme privilege of staying true to their own visions, thus making them "the only people in the world who really live."
At times, Wolfe's rants made Masters reflect on his own long life, on how he, like every writer, had started out wanting to be the best, and to that end had developed a certain fanaticism focusing on his craft exclusively until he had eliminated everything extraneous--including people. At that point, a writer is no longer in control of his writing life; his writing has taken control of him.
The two veteran outsiders spent the rest of the trip amusing themselves by baiting Harvard-educated "commies" aboard ship who refused to disown their prewar dream of a utopian-socialist new world order even in the face of Stalin's purges and a totalitarian Soviet Union.
The shift in postwar alliances combined with two decades of left-wing infighting had destroyed American artists' and intellectuals ability to create social change.
Kerouac's new editor, Malcolm Cowley, asked him to delete scenes of homosexual couplings in his still-unpublished On the Road, and the young author complied, for the sake of publication, cutting half the text he had refused to touch for Robert Giroux. The cuts transformed his dark portrait of postwar American into a more romantic vision that would inspire a generation, though less truthfully and, arguably, much less effectively than the original version might have.
Nouveaux Realistes Yves Klein
A small group of Fourier-influenced artist agitators (especially in the idea of of work as a joyful form of self-expression not rooted in exploitation) had created the Situationist International movement, using performance art techniques to construct situations aimed at altering observors' awareness so that real social transformation became possible.
Arthur Miller: "I watched the new age, the 60s, stagger into the Chelsea with its young bloodshot eyes and made a few attempts to join the dance around the Maypole, but I could not help myself: to me it all felt self-regarding, self-indulgent, and not at all free."
All thoughts emit energy in the form of atmospheric vibrations, theosophists Leadbeater and Besant wrote. When strong enough, these vibrations create invisible, floating forms, called "thought-forms", that can latch on to receptive individuals and influence their thoughts. The clearer and stronger the thought, the more durable and far-reaching the thought-form. When perserved in music--or in abstract images, like those of the theosophist artists Kandinsky and Mondrain--thought-forms can influence minds for generations.
Harry Smith and his wacky magic based films that jazz musicians liked to play over. He could be found most days in the NY public libary's third floor reading room, studying Kabbalah, Buddhism, the tarot, and other religious and occult systems whose metaphorical images might prove powerful in upending the status quo.
Mekas' group of avant-garde filmmakers called themselves the New American Cinema
Smith's occult research had taught him that thought-forms produced by certain highly focused collaborations can and often do break free from their creators and continue on their own.
Dylan of Sara: One thing I always loved was that she was never one of those people who thinks that someone else is the answer to her happiness. Me or anybody else.
Chelsea Girls Christmas on Earth
Landing on the moon? As de Kooning remarked of the landing, "We haven't landed on earth yet"
Quotes: All political movements are basically anti-creative -- since a political movement is a form of war. "There's no place for impractical dreamersQuotes: All political movements are basically anti-creative -- since a political movement is a form of war. "There's no place for impractical dreamers around here," that's what they always say. "Your writing activities will be directed, kindly stop horsing around."
Those first three cut-up novels are entirely cut-up and they were virtually un-readable to most people so when they were published in America he re-wrote them all inserting long sections of straight narrative, just old-fashioned routines like the stuff in Naked Lunch.
Corso: "I join this venture unwilling and willingly. Unwillingly because the poetry I have written was from the soul and not from the dictionary; willingly because if it can be destroyed or bettered by the cut-up method, then it is poetry I care not for, and so should be cut-up...to the muse I say: 'Thank you for the poesy that cannot be destroyed that is in me'--for this I have learned after such a short venture in uninspired machine-poetry."
I take a page of text, my own or someone else's, and fold it lengthwise down the middle and place it on another page of text, my own or someone else's, lining up the lines. The composite text is then read across, half one text and half the other. Perhaps one of ten works out and I use it. The fold-in method extends to writing the flashback used in movies to enable a writer to move backwards and forwards in time. Characters and themes are carried over from one to the other, moving back and forth in time and space, making repeated trips through the same space but in previous times.
Make collage of photos, drawings, newspapers, etc. Now take picture of the collage. Now make collage of the pictures.
For the control system of language Burroughs found a biological metaphor. "It is worth noting that if a virus were to attain a state of wholly benign equilibrium with its host cell it is unlikely that its presence would be readily detected or that it would be necessarily recognized as a virus. I advance the theory that a virus is a very small unit of word and image.
Illusion is a revolutionary weapon.
The cut-up method brings to writers collage, which has been used by painters for 50 years. And used by moving and still camera. In fact all street shots from movie or still camera are by the unpredictable factors of passers-by and juxtapositions of cut-ups.
The cut-up also facilitates the idea--first mooted by the Dadaists--that collage, randomness and simultaneity destroy conventional notions of time, space and linear narrative and thus free up the practitioner and receiver to detect an alternate, if not underlying reality.
The cover is deceptive, this isn't a book about social change in America, it's the vignette memoir of a hornier Conor Oberest and blasphemous Jack GilThe cover is deceptive, this isn't a book about social change in America, it's the vignette memoir of a hornier Conor Oberest and blasphemous Jack Gilbert taking to rolling metaphor in a happy go lucky acceptance of all that comes one's way in America, well because there's lots of women to bed and all their body parts are metaphors waiting to be ensconced, and every state has its story. The title poem is an impressive romp through all 50 states. On a minor note some of his enjambment makes no sense and seems to be attempting to make more of itself than it should or perhaps some MFA prof has been at it again with their red pen. I'm sure his profs might have said, could you please do a stanza once in awhile, to which he'd say Jack Gilbert doesn't and why should the rolling story be stopped, do songs stop mid rhythm? I suppose my undertone of sarcasm masks how I felt once about Henry Miller, jealous that it sounded as if he'd slept with so many beautiful women because he was elegant and charming of word and of course confident in the art of pickup and happenstance, but then I realized after no book topped Tropic of Cancer, that he mostly slept with prostitutes. And not that I would charge this poet with such things, no he's got that right balance of horny, sweet, casual, and sly confidence to sleep with all the elegant women he names in this book. And my problem is that all my love poems have been much too bombastic for anything casual or easily conceived, which works well for unrequited love, fantasy, and giving up the form.
Quotes: American Studies
There's an artist that lives nearby whose life, she says, is her art. And to that unbearably self-conscious bon mot she is willing to have love affairs with anyone willing, themselves, to be a living, breathing, piece of art. I'm thinking of that guy in New York who stood on stage in an old meat packing warehouse, the audience full of the very young and painful, waiting for this "happening" to happen, when the artist, standing beneath a single lightbulb, pulls out a gun and shoots himself in the foot. Sometimes love gets commissioned and sometimes art shoots itself in the foot....more