October 2011
29 posts
“What was I doing here? What was the meaning of this trip? Was I just roaming around in a drug frenzy of some kind? Or had I really come out here to Las Vegas to work on a story? Who are these people, these faces? Where do they come from? They look like caricatures of used car dealers from Dallas, and sweet Jesus, there were a hell of a lot of them at 4:30 on a Sunday morning, still humping the American dream, that vision of the big winner somehow emerging from the last minute pre-dawn chaos of a stale Vegas casino.”
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Raoul Duke, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (via ugotzanyviddles)
One of my favorite parts of the whole book.
September 2011
61 posts
“so you fly
to the cozy brown snow of the east
gone to choose, choose again
sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
where you come from” —(lou reed)
to the cozy brown snow of the east
gone to choose, choose again
sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
where you come from” —(lou reed)
The Wasteland
T. S. Eliot
Working on Eliot this week for Classic Modernism class…funny to think I first read “The Waste Land” in my 11th grade English class and haven’t revisited it until now, “grad school”. Makes more sense now, but still confusing & mindblowing. Pretty awesome.
T.S. Eliot reading The Wasteland.
“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
—Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
