Posts from the ‘Quotes’ Category
“On the whole, human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time.” —George Orwell
Yes, wee people,
the Elf Sat is cool,
unlike that beater
of Big Brother’s.
Brainchild of three
Twee elves from Thule,
unobserved by Cruel
Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards
“Man can never expect to start from scratch; he must start from ready-made things, like even his own mother and father.” —Marcel Duchamp
READER: “Mack was hauling an oversize load, bumping over a hump in the road, when he saw, on an old commode, a word scrawled in paint, bold, not faint: ‘Dump’
DIRECTOR: Superbe! j’adore! continue…
In French, there is an old expression, la patte, meaning the artist’s touch, his personal style, his ‘paw’. I wanted to get away from la patte and from all that retinal painting
“If you are writing about baloney, don’t try and make it Cornish hen, because that’s the worst kind of baloney there is. Just make it darn good baloney.” —Leo Burnett
Grill ice-cold cuts on low heat:
subdue spitting blistering fat,
like stinging zingers in a spat.
Thaw if frozen. Warm for treats.
No matter how you slice it, it’s still baloney.
“You are a cosmic flower. Om chanting is the process of opening the psychic petals of that flower.” —Amit Ray
Om a vocal tone poem
Rhyming Babel’s scattered echoes
Shattering a stained-glass halo
Sonic boom of howling calm
And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.
Had the dons been awake,
the cause of the effect would
have retired the Science don
to New Jersey.
Scientific research can reduce superstition by encouraging people to think and view things in terms of cause and effect.
Mad lover’s poems
compress a rosy garden
in compost and rain
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
Maybe life is a long lost friend
The love you live to meet again
Maybe it’s real or just pretend
Maybe it has no separate ends
I have just got a new theory of eternity.
“Oh, you hate your job? Why didn’t you say so? There’s a support group for that. It’s called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar.”—Drew Carey
Head of human resources
Weaned in a square barred playpen
Bred for the egg-crate rat race
Gleaned the art of sneering then
The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.