warp + woof

The sand looked so beautiful then, so many little individual grains in the light of the night, giving the watcher the childhood feeling of infinite things finally understood, the humiliating feeling of the watcher's nothingness.

Townes Van Zandt - Lungs (Live at The Old Quarter, 1976)

TV On the Radio - Family Tree

Behold us here, antagonists. See how Each angry look is like a poisoned dagger. A world of difference lies between us now. The quarrel is: whose share’s to be the bigger.

Grantland Rice

Look me in the eye and tell me that I'm satisfied Look me in the eye, unsatisfied

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.

We look back through countless millions of years and see the great will to live struggling out of the intertidal slime, struggling from shape to shape and from power to power, crawling and then walking confidently upon the land, struggling generation after generation to master the air, creeping down the darkness of the deep; we see it turn upon itself in rage and hunger and reshape itself anew, we watch it draw nearer and more akin to us, expanding, elaborating itself, pursuing its relentless inconceivable purpose, until at last it reaches us and its being beats through our brains and arteries…It is possible to believe that all the past is but the beginning of a beginning, and that all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn. It is possible to believe that all that the human mind has accomplished is but the dream before the awakening; out of our lineage, minds will spring that will reach back to us in our littleness to know us better than we know ourselves. A day will come, one day in the unending succession of days, when beings, beings who are now latent in our thoughts and hidden in our loins, shall stand upon this earth as one stands upon a footstool, and shall laugh and reach out their hands amidst the stars.

As long as we can sail away As long as we can sail away There'll be wind in the canyon Moon on the rise As long as we can sail away

I have just realized that the stakes are myself I have no other ransom money, nothing to break or barter but my life my spirit measured out, in bits, spread over the roulette table, I recoup what I can nothing else to shove under the nose of the maitre de jeu nothing to thrust out the window, no white flag this flesh all I have to offer, to make the play with this immediate head, what it comes up with, my move as we slither over this go board, stepping always (we hope) between the lines

There exists, for everyone, a sentence - a series of words - that has the power to destroy you. Another sentence exists, another series of words, that could heal you. If you're lucky you will get the second, but you can be certain of getting the first.

won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up here on this bridge between starshine and clay, my one hand holding tight my other hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.

So many things so hard to say as you stumble To take refuge in your offices of shame As the earth beneath my feet begins to rumble And your young men die for nothin' not even fame I say that someday you'll begin to trust us And that your conscience not been slain by conformity That you'll stand up unafraid to believe in justice But you're makin' a liar out of me

Fugazi - And The Same (Live in Florida, 1990)

The condition of women in a nation is the real measure of its progress.

One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothing can beat teamwork.

As I stand aloof and look, there is to me something          profoundly affecting in large masses of men,          following the lead of those who do not believe          in men.