Byron – Giaour

Oh!   who young Leila’s glance could read

And keep that portion of his creed

Which saith that woman is but dust,

A soulless toy for tyrant’s lust?

M. Proust – Swann’s Way

…she concluded with the wisdom invariably shewn by people who, not being in love themselves, feel that a clever man ought to be unhappy only about such persons as are worth his while; which is rather like being astonished that anyone should condescend to die of cholera at the bidding of so insignificant a creature as the common bacillus.

J. Kerouac – Belief & Technique for Modern Prose

• Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
• Youre a Genius all the time
• Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

L. F. Céline – Journey to the end of the night

I hadn’t conceived even one good, sound idea, like his idea of getting himself bumped off … That idea was bigger than my big head, bigger than all the fear that was in it, a fine, a magnificent idea to die with . . . How many lives would I need to make myself an idea more powerful than anything in the world? No saying. A flop! My ideas went rattling around in my head with lots of space between them. They were like faint, flickering little candles, trembling throughout a lifetime in the middle of a ghostly, abominable universe.

 

G. Apollinaire – Vendémiaire

How gorgeous was Paris toward the end of September

Each night became a vine whose leaves

Spread brightness over the city above

Ripe stars nibbled by the drunken birds

Of my fame awaited dawn’s harvest

J. Kerouac – Big Sur

…and all of a sudden I’m alone with a charming woman and we’re talking a blue streak sitting cross-legged facing each other on the floor in a litter of books and bottles.

 

 

Eraserhead

Lolita