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Never you worry.

His exitement blew out of his eyes in stabs of fiendish light. He rolled his neck in spastic ecstasy. He lisped, he writhed, he flopped, he moaned, he howled, he fell back in despair. He could hardly get a word out, he was so excited with life. Dean stood before him with head bowed, repeating over and over again, 'Yes...Yes...Yes.'
On The Road - Jack Kerouac

"But trapped near the centre of the sun, under thousands of miles of weighty substance overhead, hydrogen nuclei can be squeezed close enough together that they will, in time, join together, to become the element helium".

E=MC2: A Biography of the World's Most Famous Equation - D. Bodanis

shot through the glass ceiling, shot through the heart with material things... your rude and open mouth... your hands on my neck strangling my love

Once California belonged to Mexico and its land to Mexicans; and a horde of tattered feverish Americans poured in. And such was their hunger for the land that they took the land - stole Sutter's land, Guerrero's land, took grants and broke them up and growled and quarelled over them, those frantic hungry men; and they guarded with guns the land they had stolen. They put up houses and barns, they turned the earth and planted crops. And these things were possession, and possession was ownership.

The Mexicans were weak and fed.They could not resist, because they wanted nothing in the world as frantically as the Americans wanted land.

Then, with time, the squatters were no longer squatters, but owners; and their children grew up and had children on the land. And the hunger was gone from them, the feral hunger, the gnawing, tearing hunger for land, for water and earth and the good sky over it, for the green thrusting grass, for the swelling roots. They had these things so completely that they did not know about them any more. They had no more stomach-tearing lust for a rich acre and shining blade to plow it, for seed and a windmill beating its wings in the air. They arose in the dark no more to hear the sleepy birds' first chittering, and the morning wind around the house while they waited for the first light to go out to the dear acres. These things were lost, and crops were bought and sold before they were planted. Then crop failure, drought, and flood were no longer little deaths within life, but simple losses of money. And all their love was thinned with money, and all their fierceness dribbled away in interest until they were no longer farmers at all, but little shopkeepers of crops, little manufacturers who must sell before they can make.Then those farmers who were not good shopkeepers lost their land to good shopkeepers. No matter how clever, how loving a man might be with earth and growing things, he could not survive if he were also not a good shopkeeper. And as time went on, the business men had the farms, and the farms grew larger, but there were fewer of them.

Now farming became industry, and the owners followed Rome, although they did not know it. They imported slaves, although they did not call them slaves: Chinese, Japanese, Mexicans, Filipinos. They lived on rice and beans, the business men said. They don't need much. They wouldn't know what to do with good wages. Why, look how they live. Why, look at what they eat. And if they get funny - deport them.

And all the time the farms grew larger and the owners fewer. And there were pitifully few farmers on the land anymore. And the imported serfs were beaten and frightened and starved until some went home again, and some grew fierce and were killed or driven from the country. And the farms grew larger and the owners fewer.

And the crops changed. Fruit trees took the place of grain fields, and vegetables to feed the world spread out on the bottoms: lettuce, cauliflower, artichokes, potatoes - stoop crops. A man may stand to use a scythe, a plow, a pitchfork; but he must crawl like a bug between the rows of lettuce, he must bend his back and pull his long bag between the cotton rows, he must go on his knees like a penitent across a cauliflower patch.

And it came about that owners no longer worked on their farms. They farmed on paper; and they forgot the land, the smell, the feel of it, and remembered only that they gained and lost by it... The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck

i feel good, it's a fine day, the way the sun hits off the runway. a cloud shifts, the plane lifts; she moves on.
But feel the bite whenever you believe that you'll be lost & love will find you. when the road bends & the song ends; she moves on.
She can't sleep now the moon is red she fights a fever she burns in bed. She needs to talk so we take a walk down in the maroon light.
She says 'maybe these emotions are as near to love as love will ever be'. So I agree. Then the moon breaks, she takes the corner that's all she takes. She moves on.
- Paul Simon.

The Cats: Tamlin & Lucie

Miles
&
Ella

(E)lla

The goddess Ishtar heard these words, she went to heaven in a furious rage. Weeping she went to Anu, her father, before Antu, her mother, her tears did flow: 'O father, again & again does Gilgamesh scorn me, telling a tale of foulest slander, slander about me & insults too.' Anu opened his mouth to speak, saying to the Lady Ishtar: 'Ah, but was it not you who provoked King Gilgamesh so he told a tale of foulest slander, slander about you & insults too?' The Epic of Gilgamesh. A New Translation. Penguin Press: 1999.

Ni.

"Look, it is this way. We will fly over this little moutain. We will travel to Wirikuta, where the sacred water is, where the peyote is, where our father comes up.And from there they fly, like bees, straight, they go on the wind as one says..They fly evenly. You can see they become as tiny little bees. They continue from hill to hill. They fly from place to place as the mara'akame tells them". The Sacred Journey of the Huichol Indians. Myerhoff. Cornell: 1976.

Why McCabe's Soul Grew Coarse
"McCabe and Bokonon did not succeed in raising what is generally thought of as the standard of living," said Castle. "The truth was that life was as short and brutish and mean as ever. But the people didn't have to pay as much attention to the awful truth. As the living legend of the cruel tyrant in the city and the gentle holy man in the jungle grew, so, too, did the happiness of the people grow. They were all employed full time as actors in a play they understood, that any human being anywhere could understand and applaud." Cat's Cradle; Chapter 79.
Kurt Vonnegut

The Nick

A cracked cracker voice behind me spoke up determinedly."If you don't want to, we're behind you, Father!" And I heard the click of what sounded like... and to my amazement, it was indeed.. she had cocked the breech of a monstrous-looking elephant gun. "We're behind you," another cried. And she started to hum, then all joined in singing, "I'm brave when He walks with me..."
Lenny Bruce: How to Talk Dirty and Influence People

Foo
Dawg

Boston

el fuerza de emocion
cogia y usia
puedes aclararse esta lugar
puedes iluminar
una carretera alejarse de aqui

el fuerza de dolor
cogia y usia
puedes aclararse esta lugar
puedes encandilar nosotros con verdad

Monsieur Hennebeau, who happened to be on his way home riding his mare, listened to these mysterious sounds. He had passed several couples, quite a slow procession of people out walking in the lovely winter night. Still more lovers going to take their pleasure behind the walls with lips pressed to lips. These were his normal encounters now: girls on their backs in every ditch, penniless louts gorging themselves on the only joy that cost nothing. And these fools grumbled at their life when they had bellyfuls of the one and only happiness of love! How gladly he would have starved like them if he could have begun his life again with a woman who would give herself to him here on the ground with all her body and all her heart. His misfortune was without any possible consolation, and he envied these poor wretches. He rode slowly home with bowed head, tortured by these long-drawn-out sounds in the depths of the black countryside, where he seemed to hear nothing but kisses. - Zola's "Germinal"

Thought
Has Mass

Wemmick stood with his watch in his hand until the moment was come for him to take the red-hot poker from the Aged, and repair to the battery. He took it, and went out, and presently the stinger went off with a bang that shook the crazy little box of a cottage as if it must fall to pieces, and made every glass and tea cup in it ring. Upon this the Aged - who I believe would have been blown out of his arm chair but for holding on by the elbows - cried out exultingly, "He's fired! I heerd him!" and I nodded at the old gentleman until it is no figure of speech to declare that I absolutely could not see him." - Dickens, Great Expectations

Justice? You high & mighty politicians don't know the meaning of the word! Fairness? Which of you has any left? Not one! All your dealings are crooked: you give "justice" in exchange for bribes. They are poisonous as deadly snakes, cobras that close their ears to the most expert of charmers. O God break off their fangs. Tear out the teeth of these young lions. Let them disappear like water into thirsty ground. Make their weapons useless in their hands.
Psalms 58. The Bible.

I've been waking up at sunrise
I've been following the light across my room
I watch the night receive the room of my day
Some people say the sky is just the sky
But i say why deny the obvious child?
Why deny the obvious child?

Well, I'm accustomed to a smooth ride
Or maybe I'm a dog that's lost its bite
I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more
I don't expect to sleep through the night
Some people say a lie is just a lie
But I say the cross is in the ballpark
And why deny the obvious child?

- P. Simon (Rhythm of the Saints)

"You have a pretty name, you're pretty like your name, let's play a drinking game... And if I win I get to take you home and if you win you go home with me... Cause I need something to forget what got me in this mess, I'm feeling less and less." - Hayden

the garden so far... columbine, violas, lilies, salvia, thyme, woodruff, lovage, urtica, lupines, forget-me-nots, alpine bells, foxglove, lilac, fern, hiacynth, mint, melissa, veronica, fenugreek, rue, tomatoes, chamomile, pole beans, oregano, lavender, roquette, borage, nasturtium, bacopa, tarragon, echinacea, platycodon, brussel sprouts, dill, cucumber, squash, rue, poppy, peas, selfheal, basil, catananche, lily of the valley, bugle, horseradish, edelweiss, daisy, dragon moss, phlox, morning glory, chard, lettuce, spinach, stocks, cardinal flowers, cleome, thyme .. some i can't think of..

ever the cynic. love everyone even your murderer. and pray, pray a lot

MONTREALAIS (mownt royahl leh): Franglais, but better.
HUMBLED (hum blld): when you think you understand why you exist.

"Again Buck knew them as things heard in that other world which persisted in his memory. He walked to the centre of the open space & listened. It was the call, the many-noted call, sounding more luringly and compelling than before. And as never before, he was ready to obey. John Thornton was dead. The last tie was broken. Man and the claims of man no longer bound him."
Who has won to Mastership. Jack London

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