March 2009
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“At least one way of measuring the freedom of any society is the amount of comedy...”
– Eric Idle
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The Facebook Aeneid →
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Katzenjammer Kabarett, “The Crowd...
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Bill Flanagan: Say you wake up in a hotel room in Wichita and look out the window. A little girl is walking along the train tracks dragging a big statue of Buddha in a wooden wagon with a three-legged dog following behind. Do you reach for your guitar or your drawing pad?
Bob Dylan: Oh wow. It would depend on a lot of things. The environment mostly; like what kind of day is it. Is it a cloudless blue-gray sky or does it look like rain? A little girl dragging a wagon with a statue in it? I'd probably put that in last. The three-legged dog - what type? A spaniel, a bulldog, a retriever? That would make a difference. I'd have to think about that. Depends what angle I'm seeing it all from. Second floor, third floor, eighth floor. I don't know. Maybe I'd want to go down there. The train tracks too. I'd have to find a way to connect it all up. I guess I would be thinking about if this was an omen or a harbinger of something.
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“Dear William Shakespeare. I am a 14 year old and I’m queer like you. I’m...”
– Derek Jarman
Via luminol
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“Politicians In My Eyes” by Death,...
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“In that situation, alienated from my normal surroundings, I realized that the...”
– Russell Brand
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“A Lesson in Logic” from The Album of...
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Heathers: The Musical →
Director Andy Fickman explains: “‘I love my dead gay son.’ If you can get that into a song, then that is just perfect.”
Yesssssss.
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Dammit I'm Mad
[A 224-word palindrome poem]
Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
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“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.”
– Edvard Munch
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Until the End of the World
Claire Tourneur: I don't know where he is. If I knew that, I would be with him; I would be making love to him! I can't believe I just said that.
Burt: It's the sodium pentathol I put in your drink. It's a truth drug.
Claire Tourneur: That's all right. I put sleeping pills in your drink.
Burt: Waiter! Coffee!
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“Evil Night Together” by Jill Tracy
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