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warpwoof · 19 days ago
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Bertolt Brecht
Behold us here, antagonists. See how Each angry look is like a poisoned dagger. A world of difference lies between us now. The quarrel is: whose share’s to be the bigger.
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warpwoof · 2 months ago
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John McGraw
His very walk across the field in a hostile town was a challenge to the multitude.
Grantland Rice
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warpwoof · 2 months ago
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The Replacements
Everything goes, well, anything goes All of the time Everything you dream of is right in front of you And everything is a lie
Look me in the eye and tell me that I'm satisfied Look me in the eye, unsatisfied
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warpwoof · 4 months ago
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William S. Burroughs
Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.
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warpwoof · 4 months ago
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H.G. Wells
We look back through countless millions of years and see the great will to live struggling out of the intertidal slime, struggling from shape to shape and from power to power, crawling and then walking confidently upon the land, struggling generation after generation to master the air, creeping down the darkness of the deep; we see it turn upon itself in rage and hunger and reshape itself anew, we watch it draw nearer and more akin to us, expanding, elaborating itself, pursuing its relentless inconceivable purpose, until at last it reaches us and its being beats through our brains and arteries…It is possible to believe that all the past is but the beginning of a beginning, and that all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn. It is possible to believe that all that the human mind has accomplished is but the dream before the awakening; out of our lineage, minds will spring that will reach back to us in our littleness to know us better than we know ourselves. A day will come, one day in the unending succession of days, when beings, beings who are now latent in our thoughts and hidden in our loins, shall stand upon this earth as one stands upon a footstool, and shall laugh and reach out their hands amidst the stars.
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warpwoof · 4 months ago
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Neil Young
See the losers in the best bars Meet the winners in the dives Where the people are the real stars All the rest of their lives
As long as we can sail away As long as we can sail away There'll be wind in the canyon Moon on the rise As long as we can sail away
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warpwoof · 4 months ago
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Diane Di Prima
I have just realized that the stakes are myself I have no other ransom money, nothing to break or barter but my life my spirit measured out, in bits, spread over the roulette table, I recoup what I can nothing else to shove under the nose of the maitre de jeu nothing to thrust out the window, no white flag this flesh all I have to offer, to make the play with this immediate head, what it comes up with, my move as we slither over this go board, stepping always (we hope) between the lines
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warpwoof · 4 months ago
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Philip K. Dick
There exists, for everyone, a sentence - a series of words - that has the power to destroy you. Another sentence exists, another series of words, that could heal you. If you're lucky you will get the second, but you can be certain of getting the first.
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warpwoof · 4 months ago
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Lucille Clifton
won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up here on this bridge between starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight my other hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.
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warpwoof · 4 months ago
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Bob Dylan
So many things so hard to say as you stumble To take refuge in your offices of shame As the earth beneath my feet begins to rumble And your young men die for nothin' not even fame I say that someday you'll begin to trust us And that your conscience not been slain by conformity That you'll stand up unafraid to believe in justice But you're makin' a liar out of me
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warpwoof · 5 months ago
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Fugazi
If you have to carry a gun To keep your fragile seat at number one, this is a bullet You can't outrun your way of thinking So wait and see it's coming round
Fugazi - And The Same (Live in Florida, 1990)
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warpwoof · 5 months ago
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Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o
The condition of women in a nation is the real measure of its progress.
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warpwoof · 5 months ago
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Edward Abbey
One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothing can beat teamwork.
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warpwoof · 5 months ago
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Walt Whitman
As I stand aloof and look, there is to me something          profoundly affecting in large masses of men,          following the lead of those who do not believe          in men.
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warpwoof · 7 months ago
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Jim Carroll
They're always gonna come to your door They're gonna say, "It's just a routine inspection" But what you get when you open your door What you get is just another injection And there's always gonna be one more With just a little bit less until the next one They wait in shadows and steal the light from your eyes To them vision's just some costly infection But listen, you should come with me I'm the fire, I'm the fire's reflection I'm just a constant warning to take the other direction Mister, I am your connection
'Cause when the city drops into the night Before the darkness there's one moment of light When everything seems clear The other side, it seems so near What seemed wrong? I think it's gonna be just about right
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warpwoof · 10 months ago
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Smoky Joe Wood
Can I throw harder than Joe Wood? Listen mister, no man alive can throw any harder than Smoky Joe Wood.
Walter Johnson
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warpwoof · 10 months ago
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Annie Dillard
I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wandering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty beats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them, under the wind-rent clouds, upstream and down.
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