Sex is only interesting when it gets you in trouble.
Religion is something humans added to leaven suffering.
Whenever I feel evil, I smile without doing anything.
The days passed through my hands like lemmings headed for the sea.
The most dangerous thing you can do is get out of bed.
We live by measuring. If we can't measure it, it doesn't exist.
I waited for her to seduce me.
Nothing's more uncomfortable than being tested for sleep.
He made her think of all the things she knew she'd never have.
If I started counting my losses, I'd feel like a rich man.
What am I to do with myself, now that you've changed me?
Traveling in memory has the advantage of no flies.
I can't leave until I find myself.
He stumbled across himself in a conversation and didn't know what to say.
He wanted to give away everything, but he had nothing.
The higher he rose, the harder he found it to fly.
The distance he put between them seemed to draw them closer.
He forgot why he was suffering, but the suffering itself remained.
The nightmare of knowing it all.
He felt his silence full of notes he couldn't hear.
I'm not sure we should try to go beyond survival.
Truth won't get you into heaven.
She tried to make a mistake. At least that would be a start.
Nature seems continuous to us, yet she leaps.
The only way to slow down time is to travel or commit a crime.
"Only enthusiasm can defeat death." (Cioran)
Don't be afraid to bend your knees.
How many more things have become criminal since I was a child?
ah, art is my way out: http://www.pbase.com/wwp/crocker
Storks have a habit of delivering to the wrong address.
Storks are great gamblers, often staking their packages.
Beware of bored storks.
Never trust a stork.
The stork refused to take the package back.
A stork can make or break your day.
Storks have a lousy sense of direction (but a great sense of humor). Every stork born a practical joker.
After the duel, the surviving stork didn't know what to do with the extra package.
Never cross swords with a stork.
Stork Delivery System: "We always make mistakes."
Don't take a stork in training.
The new stork recruits had barrels of fun with the robot babies.
There is a stork in your future.
A stork flying backwards is a bad sign.
If storks didn't pretend to be preachers. I'd trust them more.
Fear the stab of a card-playing stork.
The absorbing story of the stork caught reading porn.
When a stork gets stuck, what can a chimney-sweeper do?
Has there ever been a singing stork?
When in the mood, storks are great entertainers.
Why did they call it The Stork Club?
Storks can certainly look like stuffed shirts.
Stork: the only bird you can imagine wearing a tuxedo.
Storks have the ability to take a terrible revenge.
If the Ancient Mariner had shot a stork and not an albatross, he'd have come undone much quicker.
To quiet our fears we pretend storks bring good-luck.
Storks like to keep their feet warm.
Do wise people build fake chimneys for storks?
in opposition to the air, i've gone under the sea:
http://www.pbase.com/wwp/sea2
http://www.pbase.com/wwp/sea3
bizarre to contemplate: one of my art history profs obsessed by monsters. i've been to the first class of his course. to quote: "Monsters do not exist outside the human context." hmm, that means everything monstrous our creation, part of us. now, i have run across this before. here's a passage from c.g. jung:
It is a frightening thought that man also has a shadow side to him, consisting
not just of little weaknesses- and foibles, but of a positively demonic
dynamism. The individual seldom knows anything of this; to him, as an
individual, it is incredible that he should ever in any circumstances go
beyond himself. But let these harmless creatures form a mass, and there
emerges a raging monster; and each individual is only one tiny cell in the
monster's body, so that for better or worse he must accompany it on its bloody
rampages and even assist it to the utmost. Having a dark suspicion of these
grim possibilities, man turns a blind eye to the shadow-side of human nature.
Blindly he strives against the salutary dogma of original sin, which is yet so
prodigiously true. Yes, he even hesitates to admit the conflict of which he is
so painfully aware.
having read 34 books about and by jung one summer, how could i forget!
what really interests me: jung maintains we must acknowledge and come to terms with our shadow side. ah-hah, i have written down those dastardly fantasies! no wonder i destroyed 125 diaries last spring. alas, dig a little deeper into what i've written and the art created, my shadow springs to life everywhere.
long ago i realized friends have abandoned art for two reasons: one they don't want to spend so much time alone, and two they didn't want to reveal themselves. the opening of NIGHT TERRORS by my friend dennis palumbo springs to mind. that first chapter horrific. without the courage to expose himself to other therapists (he's one of them), he simply couldn't have told this sad and engrossing tale of a serial killer. i suppose, like me, he doesn't ever expect to get that kind of attention!
this weekend i've gone through two assigned novels: FRANKENSTEIN and DRACULA, downloading the original versions on my tablet. what a shock to discover how the invention of frankenstein follows the exact path of a serial killer, with all the reasons for it. mary shelley beat us all to the punch. and as for bram stoker, he showed the erotic nature of the vampire to a crowd of present day readers and writers. at the end i thought, "why not become a vampire, live forever, and have all those blatantly sexual adventures?" i do have a very dark theory: women like these guys cause they like the results of menstruation, unlike many ordinary men.
where is all this taking me? i have a lot of questions:
does a monster have to look like a monster?
did that refrain from a radio show "only the shadow knows" haunt my childhood, ears glued to the speaker?
why do they call the sun 'the vampire of the night'?
and is 'time the biggest monster of all', as asa maintains? yes, happiness only exists where time does not.
If you look into the abyss, the abyss will look back at you.
Friedrich Nietzsche
that jungian summer i wrote these poems: http://www.pbase.com/wwp/alchemist
