entropy

[pearl]

I'm so glad that the bb is back that I'm giving it the sentences that I've been happiest reading, so glad that I'm saying fuck it to the fact that my original password and login name is long forgotten:

“Tell a girl: ‘I love you.' No trouble with two-thirds of that, it's a closed circuit.
Just you and she. But that nasty four-letter word in the middle, that's the one you have to look out for. Ambiguity. Redundance. Irrelevance, even. Leakage. All this noise. Noise screws up your signals, makes for disorganization in the circuit.�
Meatball shuffled around. “Well, now, Saul,� he muttered, “you're sort of, I don't know, expecting a lot from people. I mean, you know. What is is, most of the things we say, I guess are mostly noise.�
“Ha! Half of what you just said, for example.�
“Well, you do it too.�
“I know,� Saul smiled grimly, “It's a bitch, ain't it.�
“Entropy� Thomas Pynchon

“Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father's passin'.�
To Kill a Mockingbird Harper Lee

For there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being Milan Kundrea


The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being Milan Kundrea

When I can't express
what I really feel
I practice feeling
What I can express
And none of it is equal
I know
But that's why mankind
Alone among the mammals
Learns to cry.
“Choices� Nikki Giovanni

No, no, it's not books at all you're looking for! Take it where you can find it, in old phonograph records, old motion pictures, and in old friends; look for it in nature and look for it in yourself. Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget . . . Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You'd find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores the more truthfully recorded the details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper, the more ‘literary' you are. That's my definition, anyway. . . The good writers touch life often. Fahrenheit 451 Ray Bradbury

I do the black boot bang
On my thin thin walls
When no one is listening
To crack the paint
And let the music sealed inside
Come pouring out
So I can swallow it whole
And in my fury
Take it down to my feet and
Give it life
“Foot Fire Burn Dance� Natasha Le Bel

One of the serious illusions we live under in the United States, which is a major part of the system of indoctrination, is the idea that the government is the power – and the government's not the power, the government is one segment of the power. Real power is in the hands of the people who own the society. Understanding Power Noam Chomsky

“and I can see I'm doing good, and them I'm doing good for know I'm doing it, and they love me, Unk, as best they can. I found me a home.�
“And when I die down here some day,â€? said Boaz, “I'm going to be able to say to myself, ‘Boaz – you made millions of lives worth living. Ain't nobody ever spread more joy.â€? Sirens of Titan Kurt Vonnegut

Beneath the table, beneath a map of Hawaii with extraneous atolls, she submarined a hand into the depths of her skirt and slid it along the flat of her thigh, It winnowed into her panties. . .
“What do you think of that?� she asked brightly. . .
“What do I think of that?� The Woodpecker's voice was very very gentle. “I think it could make the world a better place.�
Still Life with Woodpecker Tom Robbins

In a way, the world-view of the Party imposed itself most successfully on people incapable of understanding it. They could be made to accept the most flagrant violations of reality, because they never fully grasped the enormity of what was demanded of them, and were not sufficiently interested in public events to notice what was happening. By lack of understanding they remained sane. They simply swallowed everything, and what they swallowed did them no harm, because it left no residue behind.
1984 George Orwell

“Den you send um to me,� Dilsey said. “Tell um de good Lawd don't keer whether he bright er not. Don't nobody but white trash keer dat.�
The Sound and the Fury William Faulkner

How did it come? For a minute the opening balanced from one side to the other. Like a walk or a march. Like God strutting at night. The outside of her was suddenly froze and only that first part of the music was hot inside her heart.
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter Carson McCullers


My husband gave me broom one Christmas. This wasn't right. No one can tell me it was meant kindly.
“An Interest in Life� Grace Paley

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon
“The Owl and the Pussy-cat� Edward Lear


--sarah

[marky]

Cool stuff. Well, most of it anyway. Since we're on this trip, I sat behind this girl today in my class at school (uh...yesterday I mean) who had a quote on the back of her shirt and it was the last lines of a poem by Robert Frost (wasn't he the one that did the road less travelled?) and so I looked up the whole poem and I think it's pretty cool. Here it is:

http://hjem.get2net.dk/abra-ken/Frost1.htm