quoth the madman


“You have to have a dream so you can get up in the morning.”
Billy Wilder 

quoth the madman



“I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.”
— Margaret Atwood  

quoth the madman

 
“Poetry, dreams, desire, everything leads me to you.”


— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 

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Tickle your cock with a feather

“With everything that has happened to you, you can either feel sorry for yourself or treat what has happened as a gift. Everything is either an opportunity to grow or an obstacle to keep you from growing. You get to choose.”
— Wayne Dyer

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“The path I choose through the maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being—one of many ways—and knowing the paths I have followed and the ones left to take will help me understand what I am becoming.”
Daniel KeyesFlowers for Algernon


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“I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.”

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"Love is not a contract between two narcissists. It’s more than that. It’s a construction that compels the participants to go beyond narcissism. In order that love lasts one has to reinvent oneself."
- Alain Badiou

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Desire and the drive are two distinct orders that must not be confounded.
There is a lesson to be learned here concerning the end of analysis, namely that any problematic of desire always leads to identification, suggesting that desire satisfies itself with identification. Identification is the mode by which desire is satisfied.
Even the hysteric’s unsatisfied desire –what is it satisfied with if not by an identification with the other’s dissatisfaction? Thus, in a certain sense, desire is essentially satisfied through identification.
That is why Lacan says early in his work that desire is desire for recognition…. What Freud termed the drive is something altogether different; it must be distinguished from the sliding functions of desire, because the drive couldn’t care less about the desire for recognition.
No identification can satisfy the drive.
- Jacques-Alain Miller, ‘Commentary on Lacan’s Text’ in ‘Reading Seminars I & II: Lacan’s Return to Freud’, p.424

ars poetica


Your eyes reflect the sunset and the dawn;
you scatter perfumes like a windy night;
your kisses are a drug,

— Charles Baudelaire, from “Hymn to Beauty,” Les Fleurs Du Mal

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Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.
— Michael Cunningham, The Hours 

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We are too late for the gods and too early for Being.

— Martin Heidegger
 

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It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.
— Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

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Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others.

— Jonathan Swift
 

ars poetica

 
Ah, me, if this is love, then how it torments.

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores
 

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Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love.
— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores
 

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رنگ و بُو سے کہیں پناہ نہیں…
خواہشیں بھی کہاں اماں دیں گی
There’s no refuge from scent and beauty
Desires will not let one rest…
—  پروین شاکر

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"Since a three-dimensional object casts a two-dimensional shadow, we should be able to imagine the unknown four-dimensional object whose shadow we are."
Marcel Duchamp

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And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.


—   Jack Kerouac,