Nunquam Dormio 1

Nunquam Dormio

de Choke por Chuck Palahniuk

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever... You might want to think about that. Each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game.

There’s a quality of legend about freaks. Like a person in a fairy tale who stops you and demands that you answer a riddle. Most people go through life dreading they’ll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their traumas. They’re aristocrats.

Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not. -Cormac McCarthy

— Diane Arbus

— Hakim Bey, Poetic Terrorism

PROTOCOLOS DEL PUNK CIRCENSE. 1. LO MÁS IMPORTANTE ES NUNCA SER CAPTURADO. 2. establece la regla de romper las reglas. 3. Never give up a joke. 4. Todas las barreras tienen porosidad. 5. Es mejor juzgar a alguien por sus discos que por las personas con las que se acuestan. 6. Si no quieres compartir tus sustancias, tienes un problema con las sustancias. 7. El amor es real, no tiene freno, interesado en si mismo a un punto maliciosos, no es una creatura domesticada, sino un animal salvaje, nunca te interpongas entre el y su comida. 8. Se amigable pero receloso de otros circos. 9. Confía en tus amigos aun cuando no puedas confiar en tus amigos, aun si ni siquiera son realmente tus amigos pero son parte de tu troupe. 10. Se receloso pero amigable con los ancianos. 11. Todo se vale. 12. Se generoso con el amateur. 13. Tus credenciales siendo evidentes para tus iguales, al serte exigidas no debe preocuparte pues todos somos culpables a los ojos de la ley, más eres superior a aquellos que escogen vivir bajo su cobijo, pues el gobierno, la iglesia, y las locas corporaciones vampirizantes pueden ser autoritarias pero dios no lo es y lo que haces esta bien para el.

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H e a r t & S o u l, J o y D i v i s i o n Instincts that can still betray us, A journey that leads to the sun, Soulless and bent on destruction, A struggle between right and wrong. You take my place in the showdown, I’ll observe with a pitiful eye, I’d humbly ask for forgiveness, A request well beyond you and I.

I’m a dirt person. I trust the dirt. I don’t trust diamonds and gold.’ — Eartha Kitt

Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard. This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there… -Naked Lunch, William S. Burroughs

Heart and soul, one will burn. Heart and soul, one will burn. An abyss that laughs at creation, A circus complete with all fools, Foundations that lasted the ages, Then ripped apart at their roots. Beyond all this good is the terror, The grip of a mercenary hand, When savagery turns all good reason, There’s no turning back, no last stand. Heart and soul, one will burn. Heart and soul, one will burn. Existence well what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future, The present is well out of hand. The present is well out of hand.

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100 elefantes pesan lo mismo que una nube promedio.

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Hay tantos fragmentos de pata de araña flotando en el aire que siempre estas inhalando una buena cantidad de ellos.

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Llueven diamantes de los cielos de Urano y Neptuno.

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“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” — Anais Nin

— Tracey Berkowitz

Mad Girl’s Love Song Sylvia Plath “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan’s men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you’d return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead;

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when my fear is gone I will turn and face fear’s path, and only I will remain.” — Dune, Frank Herbert

The following poem reads like a Futurist manifesto for kite flying:

Fly away from me, my bird, glance restlessly as you dart about on high; swoon down like the bush hawk in search of its prey. Fly ever higher, beautiful bird, soar beyond the clouds and over the trough of the sea, onward to Caropus, onward to Antares, speed to the clouds like a warrior about to do battle, onward!

Dos Lobos. Upon the angle of its shade The cypress stood, self-balanced high; Half up, half down, as double-made, Along the ground, against the sky. And we, too! from such soul-height went Such leaps of blood, so blindly driven, We scarce knew if our nature meant Most passionate earth or intense heaven. The nightingales, the nightingales.

Una tarde un viejo cherokee conto a su nieto acerca de la batalla que sucede dentro de todas las personas. Dijo: “Mi hijo, la batalla es entre los dos lobos que tenemos dentros. Uno es malo. Es el odio, la envidia, los celos la pena, el remordimiento, la codicia, la autocomplacencia, la culpa, el resntimiento, la mentira la falsa superioridad y el ego.

We paled with love, we shook with love, We kissed so close we could not vow; Till Giulio whispered, `Sweet, above God’s Ever guarantees this Now.’ And through his words the nightingales Drove straight and full their long clear call, Like arrows through heroic mails, And love was awful in it all. The nightingales, the nightingales. Fragmento de Bianca among nightingales E. Browning.

El otro es bueno. Es la dicha la paz, el amor la esperaza la serenidad, la humildad, la elegancia, la empatía, la generosidad, la verdad, la compassion y la fe.” El nieto quedo pensando un rato y preguntó: “¿Qué lobo gana?” Su abuelo le contestó. ¿Aquel que alimentas? Sabiduría Cherokee.

We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

Walter Martin and Paloma Muñoz

— Bukowski

Human Candles, 1996 Wax, wicks, metal 74 x 36 x 36 inches each We cast ourselves as candles in a mixture of beeswax and parafine with a wick running through the center from head to feet. We lit the candles at the beginning of our show in PPOW Gallery and we let the candles burn and run their course throughout the exhibition. Our candle bodies slowly melted away for the duration of the show.

Scientists Develop Software That Can Map Dreams

A team of Japanese scientists have created a device that enables the processing and imaging of thoughts and dreams as experienced in the brain to appear on a computer screen. While researchers have so far only created technology that can reproduce simple images from the brain, the discovery paves the way for the ability to unlock people’s dreams and other brain processes. A spokesman at ATR Computational Neuroscience Laboratories said: “It was the first time in the world that it was possible to visualise what people see directly from the brain activity. “By applying this technology, it may become possible to record and replay subjective images that people perceive like dreams.” The scientists, lead by chief researcher Yukiyaso Kamitani, focused on the image recognition procedures in the retina of the human eye.

“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.”

WHAT IS ORGONE ENERGY? by Charles R. Kelley, Ph.D. Franz Anton Mesmer called it animal magnetism; Charles von Reichenbach called it odyle. To Henri Bergson it was the elan vital, the “vital force;” while to Hans Driesch it was the entelechy . Sigmund Freud observed its functioning in human emotions and termed it libido. William MacDougall, the great British - American psychologist of a generation ago, labeled it hormic energy. Dozens, if not hundreds, of lesser - known scientists have recognized its presence and have given it a name to characterize its special properties. Among the 20thcentury proponents of the concept are, for example, Doctors Charles Littlefield and his vital magnetism and George Starr White and his cosmo-electric energy . Mechanistic science in the 17th through 19th centuries embraced many of its essential qualities in the concept of the ether, while mystical human beings have embraced other essential qualities of it in the concept of god. Orgone energy is Wilhelm Reich’s name for the substratum from which all nature is created. The best definition this author can provide for it is this: Orgone energy is the creative force in nature.