On Friday, February 18, 1994, at 2:14 PM - eighteen days before his death - Charles Bukowski sent to his publisher, John Martin of Black Sparrow Press, via FAX, what would be his last poem.
The miracle is this: the more we share the more we have. Leonard Nimoy
You have to go on and be crazy. Craziness is like heaven. Jimi Hendrix
Let the future tell the truth and evaluate each one according to his work and accomplishments. The present is theirs; the future, for which I really worked, is mine.
- Nikola Tesla
"There is a myth about such highs: the user has an illusion of great insight, but it does not survive scrutiny in the morning. I am convinced that this is an error, and that the devastating insights achieved when high are real insights"
- Carl Sagan
The world is this incredibly blurry, crazy dream that I’m just sort of stumbling through.
- Jeff Mangum
"Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see." - René Magritte
René Magritte in Bowler Hat, 1965
Multipole exposure photo by Duane Michal
There’s no black and white, left and right to me anymore; there’s only up and down and down is very close to the ground. And I’m trying to go up without thinking about anything trivial such as politics. They has got nothing to do with it. I’m thinking about the general people and when they get hurt.
Bob Dylan (1963, addressing to the Emergency Civil Liberties Committee)
[…] And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold, and you measure for love by the sweet things you’re told and you live in the past or a dream that you’re in […]
Sugar Man (first song in his 1970 record Cold Fact)