JULY 2013

* flaying


"Traditional music is based on hexagrams. It comes about from legends, Bible, plagues, and it revolves around vegetables and death. There's nobody that's gonna kill traditional music. All these songs about roses growing out of people's brains and lovers who are really geese and swans that turn into angels - they're not going to die. It's all those paranoid people who think someone's going to come and take away their toilet paper. Traditional music is too unreal to die."

(Bob Dylan, Highway 61 Revisited)


The mystic says he feels like a "visitor" in this world. By contrast, the man of knowledge says he is the meaning of the Earth, and no visitor.

(Kevin Solway, Poison for the Heart)

Marsyas River | by Patrick Watts

"Most of the people around me are suffering. I see what they are all going through, how they are struggling to make ends meet. So it's just me trying to confront what's really going on. That subprime loan is still eating a hole in somebody's life. America's about to be lost, man. There's going to be rich people and debt slaves. That's it."
(Everlast, Whitey's Revenge)

O. Wilde

"A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal."

"All great ideas are dangerous."

"If you pretend to be good, the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to be bad, it doesn't. Such is the astounding stupidity of optimism."

"The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything, except what is worth knowing."

"When Marsyas was 'torn from the scabbard of his limbs' he had no more song, the Greek said. Apollo had been victor. The lyre had vanquished the reed. But perhaps the Greeks were mistaken. I hear in much modern Art the cry of Marsyas. It is bitter in Baudelaire, sweet and plaintive in Lamartine, mystic in Verlaine. It is in the deferred resolutions of Chopin's music. It is in the discontent that haunts Burne- Jones's women. Even Matthew Arnold, whose song of Callicles tells of 'the triumph of the sweet persuasive lyre,' and the 'famous final victory,' in such a clear note of lyrical beauty, has not a little of it; in the troubled undertone of doubt and distress that haunts his verses, neither Goethe nor Wordsworth could help him, though he followed each in turn, and when he seeks to mourn for THYRSIS or to sing of the SCHOLAR GIPSY, it is the reed that he has to take for the rendering of his strain. But whether or not the Phrygian Faun was silent, I cannot be. Expression is as necessary to me as leaf and blossoms are to the black branches of the trees that show themselves above the prison walls and are so restless in the wind. Between my art and the world there is now a wide gulf, but between art and myself there is none. I hope at least that there is none."

"The truth is rarely pure and never simple."

"The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means."

A.C. Doyle

"It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important."

"Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius."

"There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact."

"Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst."

"When a doctor does go wrong he is the first of criminals. He has nerve and he has knowledge."

"It has always been my habit to hide none of my methods, either from my friend or from any one who might take an intelligent interest in them."

"The most difficult crime to track is the one which is purposeless."

"I never guess. It is a shocking habit destructive to the logical faculty."

"To the man who loves art for its own sake, it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived."

"A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it."

"I have frequently gained my first real insight into the character of parents by studying their children."

"He is the Napoleon of crime. He is the organizer of half that is evil and all that is undetected in this great city. He sits motionless like a spider in the centre of his web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them. He does little himself."