Monday, December 29, 2014
"Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death — ought to decide, indeed, to earn one's death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible for life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return."
Monday, December 22, 2014
"The main thing that I learned about conspiracy theory, is that conspiracy theorists believe in a conspiracy because that is more comforting. The truth of the world is that it is actually chaotic. The truth is that it is not The Iluminati, or The Jewish Banking Conspiracy, or the Gray Alien Theory. The truth is far more frightening — nobody is in control. The world is rudderless."
Sunday, December 21, 2014
"The eyes are not here. There are no eyes here. In this valley of dying stars. In this hollow valley. This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms. In this last of meeting places. We grope together. And avoid speech..."
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Friday, December 12, 2014
"Just how much abuse will you be able to take? Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss... Steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king. There's only one step down from here baby, it's called the land of permanent bliss. What’s a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?"
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Ian Patrick "Mac" McLagan
Rest In Peace
"We used to smoke, listen to music, laugh and giggle, and had the best time! We'd get to the gig and we'd play music, then we'd leave the gig and we'd listen to music. Then we'd go back to the hotel and we'd play music, then we'd listen to music. It's all we did, and it was fabulous! You can't have a better life."
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
"The depressed peoples of the world are very shortly going to grow tired of being wooed and lulled into passivity and quiet endurance by chromium and neon lights. The soft music from the many well-placed public-address loudspeakers and car radios will no longer serve as balm to the thwarted hopes, defeated aims, and brutal suppression of needed change. They'll come out of their coma with a bloodlust and justified indignation for social injustice that will sweep the asphalt right from under the empire builders."