“The text moves like a small crustacean with compound eye and complex nervous system; throbbing, involuted, it becomes a parasite on a different body, animal, using ‘filiform protrusions through which it sucks the vital juices of its host.’ Parasite or creature in mutation on the shore, torrid / delirium: mordant mortality, systematic competition the narrator against the I, leaking gas, a lapse of memory against a promise, an inset in a book. A muscular, involuntary bulging in the breast, circling all its inner surface: mesoblast: visceral.” BookDifferentBodyEyeMovingMemoriesAnimalPromiseCreaturesCompetitionComplexesSurfaceNervousBreastsGasMortalityShoreHostJuiceCompoundsSystematicNervous SystemParasitesVisceralDeliriumLapsesInvoluntaryNarratorsMutation Book:The Blue Books: A Book, Turn of a Pang, French Kiss, Or, A Pang's Progress Source: The Blue Books: A Book, Turn of a Pang, French Kiss, Or, A Pang's Progress
“Ye who amid this feverish world would wear A body free of pain, of cares a mind, Fly the rank city, shun its turbid air; Breathe not the chaos of eternal smoke And volatile corruption, from the dead, The dying, sickening, and the living world Exhal'd, to sully heaven's transparent dome With dim mortality.” WorldMindBodyCarePainHeavenCitiesAirDyingEternalChaosCorruptionBreatheSmokeMortalityTransparentDomes Book:The Poems of Armstrong and Johnson Source: The Poems of Armstrong and Johnson
“It was apparent to me that religion was an invented thing, a wish-fulfillment thing, a fantasy thing. It was much more real, dangerous, to accept that mortality was the end for you as an individual. As an atheist, I don't believe in an afterlife, so if you're thinking of murder, if your subject is murder, then that's a physical act of absolute destruction because you're ending something, a body, that is unique. That person never existed before, will never exist again, will not be karmically recycled, will not go to heaven, therefore I take it seriously.” IfsThinkingBelievePersonsRealEndsBodyIndividualHeavenWishAcceptingFantasySubjectsDangerousUniqueDestructionMurderAbsolutesDon't BelieveAtheistFulfillmentMortalityAfterlifeRecycled Author:David Cronenberg
“Tis not the wholesome sharp mortality, Or modest anger of a satiric spirit, That hurts or wounds the body of a state, But the sinister application Of the malicious, ignorant, and base Interpreter; who will distort and strain The general scope and purpose of an author To his particular and private spleen.” StatesBodySpiritPurposeHurtParticularCriticismWoundsIgnorantMortalityApplicationModestStrainScopeSinisterInterpreterMaliciousSpleen Author:Ben Jonson