A daydream exercises your mind for a moment or two like an invisible muscle. Then it’s gone, totally forgotten. (Richard Brautigan)
Archive for november, 2014
forglemninger
“Dine ændringer er blevet glemt. Vær venlig at prøve igen lidt senere.” (Walther F. Lake)
fatalt fatamorgana
At oprette en facebookside som ingen synes om, er som at holde åbent hus uden gæster. (Gammelt ordskrog i let moderniseret form)
roberto bolaño
We never stop reading, although every book comes to an end, just as we never stop living, although death is certain. (Roberto Bolaño – Last Evenings on Earth)
charles bukowski
“Man, man, it’s a funny world,” he said. “We’ve got everything, but we can’t have it.” – Charles Bukowski
charles bukowski
Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage comes from the belly – all else is desperation. (Charles Bukowski)
organiseret godt
There is no good reason good can’t triumph over evil, if only angels will get organized along the lines of the mafia. (Kurt Vonnegut)
straksbetaling
– nu kan man få en app der overfører pengene med det samme ..!
– nå, det har min kone da kunnet i mange år …
nationalopvasken
– nu har danmark fået en nationalret ..!
– så skal vi bare enes om hvem der tager opvasken …
blyindlæg
Future generations will look back on TV as the lead in the water pipes that slowly drove the Romans mad. (Kurt Vonnegut)
COLLECTED MOORCOCK SO FAR
| The Michael Moorcock Collection is the definitive library of acclaimed author Michael Moorcock’s S.F. & fantasy, including the entirety of his Eternal Champion work. It is prepared and edited by John Davey, the author’s long-time bibliographer and editor, and will be published, over the course of two years, in omnibus editions by Gollancz, and as individual eBooks by the S.F. Gateway. | THE MULTIVERSE ORG |
the copenhagen streg
He is a klog pog. He knows the Oslo Puds and the Copenhagen Streg. R.A. Lafferty ‘Adam Had Three Brothers’ (1960)
livet efter aftensmaden
– tænker du på om der er et liv efter døden ..?
– nej, mere på hvad vi skal have at spise til aften …
edward abbey
“Anarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others.” ― Edward Abbey | WIKIPEDIA |
the size of imagination
Imagination is a city bigger than New York, bigger than all the cities at once. (Richard Brautigan)
hemmeligheder
– det er en rigtig visdomstand, den der, sagde tandlægen …
– hvordan det ..?
– den gemmer sig …
DON CARPENTER
Don Carpenter (March 16, 1931 – July 28, 1995) was an American writer, best known as the author of Hard Rain Falling. He wrote numerous novels, novellas, short stories and screenplays over the course of a 22-year career that took him from a childhood in Berkeley, California and the Pacific Northwest to the corridors of power and ego in Hollywood. A close observer of human frailty, his writing depicted marginal characters like pool sharks, prisoners and drug dealers, as well as movie moguls and struggling actors. Although lauded by critics and fellow writers alike, Carpenter’s novels and stories never reached a mass audience and he supported himself with extensive work for Hollywood. Facing a mounting series of debilitating illnesses, Don Carpenter committed suicide in 1995.
udstoppelig
– hvor er den mand dog kedelig ..!
– ja, han ville være mere underholdende, hvis han var udstoppet …
r.a. lafferty
“The best time to write a story is yesterday. The next best time is today. By tomorrow, you may have lost something.” – R.A. Lafferty
tillykke med dagen ..!
r.a. lafferty ville være blevet 100 år i dag … det 249 sider lange fødselsdagsfanzine i anledning af r.a. laffertys 100-årsdag i går kan nedhentes i pdf-format via dette link: Feast of Laughter.
asylum piece
“One loses sleep, it becomes harder and harder to take any interest in conversation, books, music, plays, eating and drinking, love-making, even in one’s personal appearance. Ultimately one becomes completely cut off from reality, alone in a world in which there is nothing to do but wait, day after day, for some fate at which one can only guess…” — Anna Kavan, Asylum Piece