“A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what’s going on. A psychotic is a guy who’s just found out what’s going on.”

burroughs

there is no such thing as an ability that is too useless, too crooked, or too small.  it only depends on what you do with it.  as lao-tse pointed out, the bad can be raw material for the good.   benjamin hoff

from ursula leguin’s introduction to the left hand of darkness:

the artist deals with what cannot be said in words.  the artist whose medium is fiction does this in words.  the novelist says in words what cannot be said in words…a sentence or paragraph is like a chord or harmonic sequence in music: its meaning may be more clearly understood by the attentive ear, even though it is read in silence, than by the attentive intellect.

and, the story’s first sentence:

i’ll make my report as if i told a story, for i was taught as a child on my homeworld that Truth is a matter of imagination.

How can you get very far,
If you don’t know Who You Are?
How can you do what you ought,
If you don’t know What You’ve Got?
And if you don’t know Which to Do
Of all the things in front of you,
Then what you’ll have when you are through
Is just a mess without a clue
Of all the best that can come true
If you know What and Which and Who.

–Benjamin Hoff, from the Tao of Pooh

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3xD2K2iYapk

this gal is all i listened to all week.

 i like shirley powell’s poem found here.  especially its slippery linguistics.

i could write all fucking night.