INTERESTS[edit]

Stuff[edit]

Why?/Thought/Pataphysics/Patapsychology/Absurdity-ism/Autodidacticism/Asking Questions/Change

Favorite Books[edit]

Notes_From_Underground/The_Trial/Nausea_(book)/The Violent Bear It Away/The Man in the High Castle/Left Hand of Darkness

People[edit]

Simone de Beauvoir/Myself/Albert_Camus/Fyodor_Dostoevsky/Franz_Kafka/Alfred Jarry/Julien_Torma/Susan_Sontag/Kathy_Acker

Favorite Quotes[edit]

"Twice two makes four seems to me simply a piece of insolence. Twice two makes four is a pert coxcomb who stands with arms akimbo barring your path and spitting. I admit that twice two makes four is an excellent thing, but if we are to give everything its due, twice two makes five is sometimes a very charming thing too."

Notes from Underground - Fyodor Dostoevsky

Favorite Poems[edit]

Some People[edit]

Charles Bukowski

some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they'll find me there.
it's Cherub, they'll say, and
they pour wine down my throat
rub my chest
sprinkle me with oils.

then, I'll rise with a roar,
rant, rage -
curse them and the universe
as I send them scattering over the
lawn.
I'll feel much better,
sit down to toast and eggs,
hum a little tune,
suddenly become as lovable as a
pink
overfed whale.

some people never go crazy.
what truly horrible lives
they must lead.

The Call to Freedom[edit]

Percy Bysshe Shelley

From the workhouse and the prison
Where pale as corpses newly risen,
Women, children, young and old
Groan for pain, and weep for cold .

From the haunts of daily life
Where is waged the daily strife
With common wants and common cares
Which sows the human heart with tares .

Lastly from the palaces
Where the murmur of distress
Echoes, like the distant sound
Of a wind alive around

Those prison halls of wealth and fashion
Where some few feel such compassion
For those who groan, and toil, and wail
As must make their brethren pale .

Ye who suffer woes untold,
Or to feel, or to be behold
Your lost country bought and sold
With a price of blood and gold .

Let a vast assembly be,
And with great solemnity
Declare with measured words that ye
Are, as God has made ye, free .

And these words shall then become
Like Oppression's thunder doom
Ringing through each heart and brain,
Heard again . again . again

Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number .
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you .
Ye are many . they are few.

'PADADA[edit]

There's always more.