been focusing a lot on existentialism and nihilism lately...don't know exactly what to think about everything in this world and even a possible other world but i do know one thing: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde is the best book I have read.

page 200:

"You need not be afraid. Our countrymen never recognize a description."
"They are practical"
"They are more cunning than practical. When they make up their ledger, they balance stupidity by wealth, and vice by hypocrisy."
"Still, we have done great things."
"Great things have been thrust on us, Gladys."
"We have carried our burden."
"Only as far as the Stock Exchange."
She shook her head "I believe in the race," she cried.
"It represents the survival of the pushing."
"It has development."
"Decay fascinates me more."
"What of Art?" she asked.
"It is a malady."
"Love?"
"An illusion."
"Religion?"
"The fashionable substitute for Belief."
"You are a sceptic."
"Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith."
"What are you?"
"To define is to limit."
"Give me a clue."
"Threads snap. You would lose your way in the labyrinth"

yes, i am an english major...

feminists make me want to stab myself in the eye with blunt objects. at least, my american lit prof does. today's peice of writing comes from The Piano Lesson by August Wilson.
act II scene 5

Boy Willie: "I'll tell you this...and ain't a living soul can put a come back on it. If you believe that's where you at then you gonna act that way. If you act that way then that's where you gonna be. It's as simple as that. Ain't no mystery to life. - Berniece say the colored folks is living at the bottom of life. I tried to tell her if she think that...that's where she gonna be. You think you living at the bottom of life?"

well, do you?

wake up, wake up the sun

so, here are the detes: i wanted a blog that my friend's just didn't know about and could be looked at completely unbiased. i want to post about the things i love...no emo rants, no perfectly angled pictures. just art for art's sake. with that said i would like to start this with Kerouac

from On The Road by Jack Kerouac

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders accross the starts and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"