User:Jenlight

=INTERESTS=

Stuff
Why?/Thought/Pataphysics/Patapsychology/Absurdity-ism/Autodidacticism/Asking Questions/Change

Favorite Books
Notes_From_Underground/The_Trial/Nausea_(book)/The Violent Bear It Away/The Man in the High Castle/Left Hand of Darkness

People
Simone de Beauvoir/Myself/Albert_Camus/Fyodor_Dostoevsky/Franz_Kafka/Alfred Jarry/Julien_Torma/Susan_Sontag/Kathy_Acker

Favorite Quotes

 * "Twice two makes four seems to me simply a piece of insolence. Twice two makes four is a pert coxcomb who stands with arms akimbo barring your path and spitting. I admit that twice two makes four is an excellent thing, but if we are to give everything its due, twice two makes five is sometimes a very charming thing too."

Notes from Underground - Fyodor Dostoevsky

Some People
Charles Bukowski

some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch for 3 or 4 days. they'll find me there. it's Cherub, they'll say, and they pour wine down my throat rub my chest sprinkle me with oils. 

then, I'll rise with a roar, rant, rage - curse them and the universe as I send them scattering over the lawn. I'll feel much better, sit down to toast and eggs, hum a little tune,  suddenly become as lovable as a<BR> pink<BR> overfed whale. <BR>

some people never go crazy.<BR> what truly horrible lives<BR> they must lead.

The Call to Freedom
Percy Bysshe Shelley

From the workhouse and the prison <BR> Where pale as corpses newly risen, <BR> Women, children, young and old <BR> Groan for pain, and weep for cold .<BR>

From the haunts of daily life <BR> Where is waged the daily strife <BR> With common wants and common cares <BR> Which sows the human heart with tares .<BR>

Lastly from the palaces <BR> Where the murmur of distress <BR> Echoes, like the distant sound <BR> Of a wind alive around<BR>

Those prison halls of wealth and fashion <BR> Where some few feel such compassion <BR> For those who groan, and toil, and wail <BR> As must make their brethren pale .<BR>

Ye who suffer woes untold, <BR> Or to feel, or to be behold <BR> Your lost country bought and sold <BR> With a price of blood and gold .<BR>

Let a vast assembly be, <BR> And with great solemnity <BR> Declare with measured words that ye <BR> Are, as God has made ye, free .<BR>

And these words shall then become <BR> Like Oppression's thunder doom <BR> Ringing through each heart and brain, <BR> Heard again. again. again<BR>

Rise like Lions after slumber <BR> In unvanquishable number. <BR> Shake your chains to earth like dew <BR> Which in sleep had fallen on you. <BR> Ye are many. they are few.<BR>

='PADADA= There's always more.