This bleak, rusty machine we call life.

“There is a word in Japanese, yugen, that has no English equivalent. In Japanese, it is the awareness that the universe transmits a profound and mysterious beauty that can only be understood by the man or woman engaged in the comparable beauty of human suffering. (…) This bleak, rusty machine we call life. This unexpected beauty.”

[R. Malfi, Come with me]

Not mine

“And here are trees and I know their gnarled surface, water and I feel its taste. These scents of grass and stars at night, certain evenings when the heart relaxes – how shall I negate this world whose power and strength I feel? Yet all the knowledge on earth will give me nothing to assure me that this world is mine.”

Albert Camus: The Myth of Sisyphus

When the music’s over

“When the music’s over
Turn out the lights. (…)

Cancel my subscription to the resurrectionSend my credentials to the house of detentionI got some friends insideThe face in the mirror won’t stopThe girl in the window won’t dropA feast of friends, alive she criedWaitin’ for meOutside
Before I sinkInto the big sleepI want to hearI want to hearThe scream of the butterfly”
© The Doors / When the music’s over

Living with Darkness

“One thing I know,” you said, “is that the longer you spend in darkness, the easier it is for that darkness to become reality. It takes form, it gains life. I’ve spent a lot of time in darkness, Aaron, so much so that I’ve churned it up and stirred it to the surface and made it this real, tangible thing. It lives alongside me.”

– ‘Come with Me’ / Ronald Malfi

Despair

“For the sadness generated by the Dream was almost more than he could bear, a deep despair that negated everything good that had happened in his life, that wiped out the joy of his wife and his children and brought him back emotionally to that dark, dark day.

The fear was bad, but it was far preferable.
He experienced that fear now, an emotional vestige of the Dream even more lasting than the nightmare images that remained in his head. It was terror and panic and impotence and frustration, all knotted together in a single overwhelming feeling that would not got away.”

[Bentley Little, The Haunted]

Beware the Average Man (Bukowski)

 

“Beware
The Average Man
The Average Woman
BEWARE Their Love

Their Love Is Average, Seeks
Average
But There Is Genius In Their Hatred
There Is Enough Genius In Their
Hatred To Kill You, To Kill
Anybody.”

[Excerpt: the genius of the crowd; Ch. Bukowski, Essential Bukowski]

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