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It's a fine line between living for the moment and being a sociopath.

Patricia B McConnell: For The Love Of A Dog.

Pema Chodron: The Places That Scare You

Daniel Wallace: Mr Sebastian & the Negro Magician

All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. --Pablo Neruda

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Things I've been meaning to jot down...

The next in what will hopefully be a short-lived series. Some more serendipitously accumulated stuff I've been meaning to share. Enjoy. Some of these are a little bit sexy. So, if that bothers you, avert your tender eyes.

For me, what’s compelling about sexuality is the way that desire transforms what we take in through our senses, the ways in which our bodies betray us or rescue us by insisting on their own non-negotiable truths.

Catherine Brady
via Nightmare Brunette

She’s aware of her power but she isn’t sure yet how to use it, what to do with it, how much she even wants it. That body is still new to her, she’s still trying it out, thinking it through, a bit like a kid walking the streets with a loaded gun and deciding whether he’s packing it to protect himself or to begin a life of crime.

— Philip Roth, The Dying Animal
via Nightmare Brunette

Here's one I don't agree with, but found catalytically provocative. A good brain push.
Some people labor under the delusion that happiness is mankind’s natural state of being. But happiness has never been our birthright; anger, sadness, and death are our birthrights. Sleepless nights and haunted days are our birthrights. Heartbreak, anxiety, and self-doubt are our birthrights. Death, decay, mourning, failure, and rejection are our birthrights. Happiness is more like a pleasant surprise we get every once in a while, like a rainbow. Or a blowjob.

via For Her Eyes Only -- which is WAY not safe for work.

People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it. To be so struck by a face sometimes that one wants to devour it feature by feature. Even making love to the body beneath it gives no surcease, no rest. What is to be done with people like us?

— Lawrence Durrell, Justine
via Nightmare Brunette

We can deny everything, except that we have the possibility of being better.

— His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama
via Nightmare Brunette

via Big Fun

Move away from home, get a menial job, fall for as many untrustworthy men as it takes to get all that nonsense out of your system. Don’t even think about college until your mind is parched and you are frantic to learn. Don’t marry in your twenties. Don’t be kind to yourself. Keep in touch.

— Jincy Willett, The Best Of Betty
via Nightmare Brunette

You were born an original. Don’t die a copy

— John Mason
via Big Fun

I’m as confused as a baby in a topless bar.

- Anonymous
via Unpolitically Correct

Lastly: I'm sure lots of folks know this history, but I sure as hell didn't. If you've ever grooved to Lou Reed's iconic "Walk on the Wild Side", then you've heard these words:

“Holly came from miami f.l.a.
Hitch-hiked her way across the u.s.a.”


“Candy came from out on the island
In the backroom she was everybodys darling”

What I never realised, until Bohemia clued me in, was that those aren't fictional characters. They're Reeds buddies from Andy Warhol's Factory. And here they are. Holly (Woodlawn) and Candy (Darling) are bottom and right, respectively.

Comments on "Things I've been meaning to jot down..."


Blogger Siona said ... (7:46 AM) : 

And he's back at last.... with a vengeance....!


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