Words for the Day… by Mary Wollstonecraft
Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable – and life is more than a dream.
Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable – and life is more than a dream.
[Joan MirĂ³] gave me some money one day and told me to get him some cigarettes. I gave it back and said if he wanted cigarettes, he could bloody well get them himself.
The junk merchant doesn’t sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to his product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise. He degrades and simplifies the client. — The Naked Lunch
This article grossly generalises ‘the Method’, which is probably not a helpful term to use these days. Lee Strasberg has radical differences to Stella Adler likewise both to Stanford Meisner… and these days actors are probably imbibing a bit from all regions of the ‘method’ (i.e. acting practices inspired by Stanislawski) universe. But it describes […]
There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.
The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born; now is the time of monsters
I’m now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I’m working at turning myself into a seer. You won’t understand any of this, and I’m almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It […]
Myths which are believed in tend to become true.
Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural.
This is what I mean when I say I would like to swim against the stream of time: I would like to erase the consequences of certain events and restore an initial condition. But every moment of my life brings with it an accumulation of new facts, and each of these new facts bring with […]