“… Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:–
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all–
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?”
Excerpted from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot
“Do real men like quiche?”
— my sociology professor
Grainy and Distant,
Conflict of Interest,
Yehuda and Buddha
“I have never thought of writing for reputation and honor. What I have in my heart must come out; that is the reason why I compose.”
— Ludwig van Beethoven
This broke my heart and melded it together again.
The fridge one day
The video is really kitschy, but the song is beautiful.
As she stared at the blaze of blue sky above the slashed and ponderous mountain, she thought, “I am dead already. What difference does it make, the transition from the dead I am, to the dead I shall be, very soon!” Yet her soul sickened and felt wan.
If anatomy pre-supposes a corpse, then psychology pre-supposes a world of corpses. Personalities, which means personal criticism and analysis, pre-supposes a whole world-laboratory of human psyches waiting to be vivisected. If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink, at last, as human psychology.