January 07, 2006
overheard
"speak when spoken of"
Ian Curtis
"I could teach you to surf on a waterbed"
overheard in Thailand
"What is cowardice in the young is wisdom in the old, but all the same one can be ashamed of wisdom"
excerpt from a short by Graham Greene
"She could not conceive of life without him because of the innocence of his heart and the caliber of his member"
excerpt from a short by Gabriel Marquez
Posted by Drexler at 12:39 PM
January 05, 2006
living it
For the truth is that I already know as much about my fate as I need to know. The day will come when I will die. So the only matter of consequence before me is what I will do with my allotted time. I can remain on shore, paralyzed with fear, or I can raise my sails and dip and soar in the breeze.
Richard Bode
Posted by Drexler at 12:21 PM
November 30, 2005
Absinthe
"Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it." - Ernest Hemingway
Posted by Drexler at 02:42 PM
July 11, 2005
the O.G. House of the Rising Sun
the original lyrics form the 1930's
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl, and me, O God, for one.
If I had listened what Mamma said, I'd 'a' been at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy, let a rambler lead me astray.
Go tell my baby sister never do like I have done.
To shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
My mother she's a tailor; she sold those new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord, Lord, drinks down in New Orleans.
The only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.
Fills his glasses to the brim, passes them around.
Only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin' from town to town.
One foot is on the platform and the other one on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.
Going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run.
Going back to spend the rest of my days beneath that Rising Sun.
Posted by Drexler at 05:39 PM
June 01, 2005
think twice
Our firmest convictions are apt to be the most suspect. They mark our limitations and our bounds. Life is a petty thing unless it is moved by the indomitable urge to extend its boundaries.
Unknown
Posted by Drexler at 08:18 AM
May 30, 2005
Inspiration to Stay Put
"New Orleans; if you can make it here, don't leave"
found scrawled on the bathroom wall at Markey's
Posted by Drexler at 08:55 AM
May 13, 2005
Ladies
regard the society of women
as a necessary unpleasantness of life.
and avoid it
as much as possible
Leo Tolstoy
Posted by Drexler at 05:09 PM
May 02, 2005
a quote from a realist
Once I thought that to be human was the highest aim a man could have, but I see now that it was meant to destroy me. Today I am proud to say that I am inhuman, that I belong not to men and governments, that I have nothing to do with creeds and principals. I have nothing to do with the creaking machine of humanity---I belong to the earth!
Side by side with the human race there runs another race of beings, the inhuman ones, the race of artists who, goaded by unknown impulses, take the lifeless mass of humanity and by the fever and ferment with which they imbue it, turn this soggy dough into bread and the bread into wine and the wine into song. Out of the dead compost and the inert slag they breed a song that contaminates. I see this other race of individuals ransacking the universe, turning everything upside down, their feet always moving in blood and tears, their hands always empty, always grasping and clutching for the beyond, for the god out of reach; slaying everything within reach in order to quiet the monster which gnaws at their vitals. I see that when they tear their hair with the effort to comprehend, to seize this forever unattainable, I see that when they bellow like crazed beasts and rip and gore, I see that this is right, that there is no other path to pursue. A man that belongs to this race must stand up on the high place with gibberish in his mouth and rip out his entrails. It is right and just, because he must! And anything that falls short of this frightening spectacle, anything less shuddering, less terrifying, less mad, less intoxicating, less contaminating, is not art. The rest is counterfeit. The rest is human. The rest belongs to life and lifelessness
Henry Miller
excerpt taken from "Tropic of Cancer"
Posted by Drexler at 01:11 PM