(Source: justtheright-remedy, via scaredeecat)
bigmouth strikes again
kg
i wonder//sixto rodriguez
i wonder how much going have you got
and i wonder about your friends that are not
Yes. Or destroy it. As you like. Read it if you like or don’t read it if you like. Because you make so little impression you see. You get born and you try this and you don’t know why only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people, all mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings only the same strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don’t know why except that the strings are all in one another’s way like five or six people all trying to make a rug on the same loom only each wants to weave his own pattern into the rug; and it cant matter, you know that, or the Ones that set up the loom would have arranged things a little better, and yet it must matter because you keep on trying or having to keep on trying and then all of a sudden it’s all over and all you have left is a block of stone with scratches on it provided there was someone to remember to have the marble scratched and set up or had time to, and it rains on it and the sun shines on it and after a while they don’t even remember the name and what the scratches were trying to tell, and it doesn’t matter. And so maybe if you could go to someone, the stranger the better, and give them something—a scrap of paper—something, anything, it not to mean anything in itself and them not even to read it or keep it, not even bother to throw it away or destroy it, at least it would be something just because it would have happened, be remembered if only from passing from one hand to another, one mind to another, and it would be at least a scratch, something, something that might make a mark on something that was once for the reason that it can die someday…
william faulkner in absalom, absalom!
i think this is one of the most extraordinary passages ever written
this charming man//the smiths
i would go out tonight, but i haven’t got a stitch to wear
“There’s plenty of time but few with enough integrity or intensity to fill it with half the measure we’ve begun to crave.”
— charles bernstein in controlling interests
