“And we shouldn’t be here at all, if we’d known more about it before we started. But I suppose it’s often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say." - Lord of the Rings
Moby - Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet … then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
The fire Prometheus wrenched out from heaven was no better than the one now burning in my kitchen; but it took a Prometheus to bring it down to me first
we must plunge into experience and then reflect on the meaning of it. All reflection and no plunging drives us mad; all plunging and no reflection and we are brutes
If you want to test your would-be gothic alter ego, I know someone with two fat Yamaha speakers and a Green Day playlist that could help with this novelty experiment? Maybe??? mAybEE???
“And we shouldn’t be here at all, if we’d known more about it before we started. But I suppose it’s often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say." - Lord of the Rings
Moby - Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet … then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
The fire Prometheus wrenched out from heaven was no better than the one now burning in my kitchen; but it took a Prometheus to bring it down to me first
we must plunge into experience and then reflect on the meaning of it. All reflection and no plunging drives us mad; all plunging and no reflection and we are brutes
If you want to test your would-be gothic alter ego, I know someone with two fat Yamaha speakers and a Green Day playlist that could help with this novelty experiment? Maybe??? mAybEE???
oh my god it’s the fan !! Harriet told me about you !!! wow welcome to my Substack