Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Quotes without Credit

Well, I looked at my watch
I looked at my wrist
Punched myself in the face
With my fist
I took my potatoes
Down to be mashed
Then I made it over
To the million dollar bash

Obviously, I'm not an IBM computer any more than an ashtray. I mean it's obvious to anyone who's ever slept in the back seat of a car that I'm not a schoolteacher.

A man knocks on the door,
I said, "Who is it?"
He said "Freddy"
I said "Freddy who?"
He said "Freddy or not, here I come"

The bullet of your thought must have overcome its lateral and ricochet motion and fallen into its last and steady course before it reaches the ear of the hearer, else it may plough out again through the side of his head.

When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.

Be in love with your life. Something that you feel will find its own form. You're a genius all the time. Believe in the holy contour of life.

Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the middle class! Holy
the crazy shepherds of rebellion! Who digs Los Angeles IS Los Angeles!
Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!

Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate, are necessary to Human existence.

Where there is smoke there is strawberry jello, seldom fire.

??? What is DADAyama ???
DADAyama is to be reached from railroad stations only by a double somersault ... what is history anyway? Is history also the result of moments that seem to leave nothing behind, nothing but the mystery of spectral connections between people and seperated by place and time, but somehow speaking the same language?

The new sensibility -- Baby baby baby where did our love go? -- the new world, submerged so long, invisible, and now arising, slippy, shiny, electric -- Super Scuba-man! -- out of the vinyl deeps.

Raise your swords up high, gentlemen, for the dew will rust them.

With my thumb out, my eyes asleep, my hat turned up an' my head turned on I's driftin' an' learnin' new lessons.

The clouds above us join and seperate,
The breeze in the coutryard leaves and returns.
Life is like that, so why not relax?
Who can stop us from celebrating?

My feets is tired, but my soul is at rest.


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