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"We have been to the moon, we have charted the depths of the ocean and the heart of the atom, but we have a fear of looking inward to ourselves because we sense that is where all the contradictions flow together."

•Terence McKenna

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"If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died"

Bob Dylan

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"Music should be like making love. Sometimes you want it soft and tender, another time you want it hard and aggressive."

•Jimmy Page

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How can I have feeling when I don't know if it's a feeling? How can I feel something if I just don't know how to feel? How can I have feelings when my feelings have always been denied?

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“Close your eyes to the ugly things,”

_Anais Nin

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"I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls."

#Anais Nin

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If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.

Anais Nin

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"I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things"

Tom Waits

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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by

madness, starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn

looking for an angry fix,

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly

connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,

who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat

up smoking in the supernatural darkness of

cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities

contemplating jazz,

who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and

saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,

who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes

hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy

among the scholars of war,

Allen Ginsberg, Howl and Other Poems

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“If there’s a God, we must see him. And if there is a soul, we must perceive it,”

Swami Vivekananda

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 “Listen, real poetry doesn’t say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you.”

@Jim Morrison

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O’er all the hilltops

Is quiet now,

In all the treetops

Hearest thou

Hardly a breath;

The birds are asleep in the trees:

Wait, soon like these

Thou too shalt rest.

Goethe

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Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,

Before we too into the Dust descend;

    Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!

Omar Khayyam

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“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”

Leonard Cohen

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Life sometimes must get lonely

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed

Graveyards, false gods, I scuff

At pettiness which plays so rough

Walk upside-down inside handcuffs

Kick my legs to crash it off

Say okay, I have had enough

What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen

They’d probably put my head in a guillotine

But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only

Bob Dylan.

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Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death—Percival—others through sheer inability to cross the street.

‘The Waves’ (1931) p. 202

Virginia Woolf