Συμπυκνωμένη Γνώση

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• Ο έρωτας ανήκει σε εκείνους που δέχονται να φτάσουν στα άκρα για χάρη του. "Τρυποκάρυδος/Still Life with Woodpecker"
• Ο Παρωπιδισμός είναι μια ασθένεια όπου η αντίληψη περιορίζεται από την άγνοια, διαστρεβλώνεται από τα συμφέροντα και πολλαπλασιάζεται όταν ο εγκέφαλος είναι λιγότερο δραστήριος απ' τον εγωισμό. "Τρυποκάρυδος/Still Life with Woodpecker"
• Τα τρία από τα τέσσερα στοιχεία της φύσης, τα μοιράζονται όλα τα πλάσματα, αλλά η φωτιά ήταν δώρο που έγινε μόνο στον άνθρωπο. Το κάπνισμα του τσιγάρου είναι ο μεγαλύτερος βαθμός οικειότητας που μπορούμε να αποκτήσουμε με τη φωτιά χωρίς φόβο άμεσου τσουρουφλίσματος. Κάθε καπνιστής είναι μια ενσάρκωση του Προμηθέα. Το πνευμόνι του καπνιστή είναι μια γυμνή παρθένα που αφιερώνεται θυσία στο θεό της φωτιάς. "Τρυποκάρυδος/Still Life with Woodpecker"
• Αμνησία είναι να μην ξέρεις ποιος είσαι και να θέλεις απελπισμένα να το ανακαλύψεις. Ευφορία είναι να μην ξέρεις ποιος είσαι και να μη σε νοιάζει. Έκσταση είναι να ξέρεις πολύ καλά ποιος είσαι, αλλά και πάλι να μη σε νοιάζει. "Αμάντα,το κορίτσι της γης/Another Roadside Attraction"
• Πριν 2000 χρόνια μια παρθένα γέννησε ένα παιδί. Και εμείς ακόμα να το ξεπεράσουμε. "Ο χορός των εφτά πέπλων"

-Tom Robbins

William Blake

I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe, was ne'er beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day
And he wip'd my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight

So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush'd rosy red:
I dried my tears & armed my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears,

Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm'd, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled t62
And grey hairs were on my head.

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-William Blake

Απίστευτο και όμως αληθινό

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Chance

In the beginning was Chance, and Chance was with God and Chance was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made by Chance and without him not anything made that was made. In Chance was life and the life was the light of men.

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-from The Book of the Die

Hurt

I hurt myself today

To see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

The only thing that's real

The needle tears a hole

The old familiar sting

Try to kill it all away

But I remember everything

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know goes away

In the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns

Upon my liar's chair

Full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

Beneath the stains of time

The feelings disappear

You are someone else

I am still right here

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know goes away

In the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

If I could start again

A million miles away

I would keep myself

I would find a way

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-Johnny Cash

God's Gonna Cut You Down

You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar

Go and tell that midnight rider

Tell the rambler,

The gambler,

The back biter

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news

My head's been wet with the midnight dew

I've been down on bended knee talkin' to the man from Galilee

He spoke to me in the voice so sweet

I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet

He called my name and my heart stood still

When he said, "John go do My will!"

Go tell that long tongue liar

Go and tell that midnight rider

Tell the rambler,

The gambler,

The back biter

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand

Workin' in the dark against your fellow man

But as sure as God made black and white

What's done in the dark will be brought to the light

You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Run on for a long time

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar

Go and tell that midnight rider

Tell the rambler,

The gambler,

The back biter

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut you down

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-Johnny Cash

Song To The Siren

Long afloat on shipless oceans

I did all my best to smile

'til your singing eyes and fingers

Drew me loving to your isle

And you sang

Sail to me

Sail to me

Let me enfold you

Here I am

Here I am

Waiting to hold you

Did I dream you dreamed about me?

Were you hare when I was fox?

Now my foolish boat is leaning

Broken lovelorn on your rocks,

For you sing, touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow:

O my heart, o my heart shies from the sorrow

I am puzzled as the newborn child

I am troubled at the tide:

Should I stand amid the breakers?

Should I lie with death my bride?

Hear me sing, swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you:

Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you

-Tim Buckley

Και να αδερφέ μου...

Και να αδερφέ μου

που μάθαμε να κουβεντιάζουμε

ήσυχα, ήσυχα κι απλά.

Καταλαβαινόμαστε τώρα

δεν χρειάζονται περισσότερα.

Κι αύριο λέω θα γίνουμε

ακόμα πιο απλοί.

Θα βρούμε αυτά τα λόγια

που παίρνουνε το ίδιο βάρος

σ' όλες τις καρδιές, σ' όλα τα χείλη,

έτσι να λέμε πια

τα σύκα-σύκα

και τη σκάφη-σκάφη.

Κι έτσι που να χαμογελάνε οι άλλοι

και να λένε:

"Τέτοια ποιήματα

σου φτιάχνω εκατό την ώρα".

Αυτό θέλουμε κι εμείς.

Γιατί εμείς δεν τραγουδάμε

για να ξεχωρίσουμε, αδελφέ μου,

απ' τον κόσμο.

Εμείς τραγουδάμε

για να σμίξουμε τον κόσμο.

-Γιάννης Ρίτσος

Τι είναι τέχνη και αν ξέρουμε τι είναι τέχνη, τι είναι πολιτική;

«Όποιος μεταδίδει στους εν δυστυχία αδελφούς του την κρυφή λαμπρότητα των ονείρων του, επενεργεί πάνω στην κοινωνία γύρω του σαν ένα διαλυτικό, και κάνει όλους εκείνους που τον καταλαβαίνουν, συχνά χωρίς να το συνειδητοποιούν, παράνομους και αντάρτες».

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-Pierre Quillard

Art

Keith Richards
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Tom Waits

Nature Boy

There was a boy

A very strange enchanted boy

They say he wandered very far, very far

Over land and sea

A little shy and sad of eye

But very wise was he

And then one day

A magic day he passed my way

And while we spoke of many things

Fools and kings

This he said to me

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn

Is just to love and be loved in return"

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn

Is just to love and be loved in return"

-Eden Ahbez