"[…] if only I could stop thinking, that would be something of an improvement. Thoughts are the dullest things one earth. Even duller than flesh."
Jean-Paul Sartre, in Nausea (via letters-to-lolita)
"I love the one whose soul is overfull so that he forgets himself, and all things are in him; I love the one who has a free spirit and a free heart: thus his head is only the entrails of his heart, but his heart drives him to go under."
Friedrich Nietzsche (via randomglory)
Alex Kanevsky, K.B. in her Bathroom, huile sur bois, 61×61 cm, 2005
Inferences from the Socratic Figure
Socrates was a cretin disposed to rhetoric,
siphoning surrounding bystanders by his unfaltering belligerence
towards virtually all citizenry in the stately confidence of the
virtue that all men outside his dialogue were
stupider than he.
he basked in the alighted splendor
of gilded tomes that formally imprinted and
his incessant pinching across
the courtyards and recess of Athens
into historical magnification like
pools of phlegm enveloping across
a creased face.
without eyes planted in his sockets,
he refused literacy; a pensive mouth
only suspended by the increasing concurrence of
his reductive yammering.
his outrage is characteristic respectively found
in the observed behavior eyeless stipulating loudly
beneath the unseen wave of
define quarreling self-satisfaction.