365 4/30

We speak so much of light,

please let me speak on behalf 

of the good dark. Let us

talk more of how dark

the beginning of a day is.

365 4/29

And don't it make you feel so sad

Don't the blood rush to your feet

To think that everything you do today

Tomorrow is obsolete

365 4/28

Imagine the people who believe such things and who are not ashamed to ignore, totally, all the patient findings of thinking minds all the centuries since the bible was written.  And it is these ignorant people, the most uneducated, the most unimaginative, the most unthinking among us, who would make themselves the guides and leaders of us all; who would force their feeble and childish beliefs on us; who would invade our schools and libraries and homes.  I personally resent it bitterly.

365 4/27

It's ridiculous to talk about freedom in a society dominated by huge corporations.

What kind of freedom is there inside a corporation?

They're totalitarian institutions - 

you take orders from above and maybe give them to people below you.

There's about as much freedom as under Stalinism.

365 4/26

Well, we won't have any of that going on here. 

365 4/25

What's your name?

What's your nation?

Sense of order

Sense of speed

365 4/24

Come on, come on

Holy Roman Empire

Come on if you think 

You can take us on

You and your cronies

365 4/23

& Songs About Memory

& Songs About Drink

365 4/22

I'm just a bad writer who drinks too much and falls in love with girls

365 4/21

So give me one kiss to build a dream on

Gonna stay with me through the changing seasons

and yeah, yeah

And it's all we've got to bring

365 4/20

The stars are your eyes 

I loved them right from the start

A world so beautiful 

And I keep it in my heart

365 4/19

Nothing in the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.

365 4/18

We're all stories, in the end.

365 4/17

Hold me and make it the truth

That when all is lost there will be you

365 4/16

For time is like a fashionable host

That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand

And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly,

Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles,

And farewell goes out sighing.

365 4/15

Yet over this glorious and wacky place 

at Europe's heart a sorrow hangs like smoke.

A sixty-year-old evil leaves its trace

even on such dreams as innocents evoke.