bits & pieces.
“ impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness: it depends on the force of the current, the height and strength of the barrier. ”
aldous huxley, brave new world
“ today i awoke from a sound sleep with curses of joy on my lips, with gibberish on my tongue, repeating to myself like a litany – “fay çe que vouldras!… fay çe que vouldras!”; do anything, but let it produce joy. do anything, but let it yield ecstasy. so much crowds into my head when i say this to myself: images, gay ones, terrible ones, maddening ones, the wolf and the goat, the spider, the crab, syphilis with her wings outstretched and the door of the womb always on the latch, always open, ready like the tomb. lust, crime, holiness: the lives of my adored ones, the failures of my adored ones, the words they left behind them, the words they left unfinished; the good they dragged after them and the evil, the sorrow, the discord, the rancor, the strife they created. but above all, the ecstasy! ”
henry miller, tropic of cancer
