"To all appearances the artist acts as a mediumistic being who, from the labyrinth beyond time and space, seeks his way out to a clearing. If we give the attributes of a medium to the artist, we must deny him the state of consciousness on the aesthetic plane about what he is doing or why he is doing it."
- Marcel Duchamp
'If a picture doesn't say "fuck you", it's no good anyway. It has to defy the viewer first of all, then it can go on to say other things, of course...
You want them to stand in front of the picture and say, "What the shitting hell does this mean to me?"'
- Gilbert & George
"Somewhere there's a score being kept, so you have an obligation to live life as well as you can, be as engaged as you can." ~ Bill Murray
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"Jazz isn't dead. It just smells funny".
- Frank Zappa
"If somebody told me I only had one hour to live, I'd spend it choking a white man. I'd do it nice and slow. If I got tired I’d stop, have a glass of water, and choke him some more."
- Miles Davis
Take what you need leave the rest, a positive path...words to live by
"We taste your honey and fly around
as happy as bumblebees.
You remember what was agreed upon
before the the universe began.
You hear the sound of those praise-words,
Am I not (Yes!) your lord?
Poisonous people, you have little
to do with, only what is necessary.
You make your own oil as you cook,
beyond any recipe or idea of soul growth"
you want the cup but you're chicken to race
don't waste your breath to save your face when you have done your best. when even more is asked of you, fate will decide the rest
work hard in the daytime, sho' get stoned at night
"All of this was sung before
and shall be sung again
reclaim their tunes
when leaving Terrapin
Orion sparkles overhead
but just a bit misplaced
Visions rescued from the dead
speak from your living face"
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!