LET'S GET DRUNK

IMMORTAL BLEMISH

2008-07-18T04:51:00.000-04:00

"I call Christianity the one great curse, the one great intrinsic depravity, the one great instinct for revenge for which no expedient is sufficiently poisonous, secret, subterranean, petty—I call it the one immortal blemish of mankind." —Friedrich Nietzsche, The Antichrist, 1888

STAGNATION

2008-07-07T20:54:00.002-04:00

"My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation." —Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Sign of Four, 1890

ARTISTIC DETACHMENT

2008-06-29T21:02:00.001-04:00

"I sort of gave up on this whole human adventure a long time ago, divorced myself from it emotionally. It gives me an artistic detachment that I find valuable. I think the human race has squandered its gift, and I think this country has squandered its promise, for the sake of cell phones and Jet Skis." —George Carlin

TOTAL FREEDOM

2008-06-06T20:36:00.000-04:00

"I think there should be a national carnival, much the same as Mardi Gras in Rio. There should be a week of national hilarity . . . a cessation of all work, all business, all discrimination, all authority. A week of total freedom. That'd be a start. Of course, the power structure wouldn't really alter. It would just last for a week and then go back to the way it was. I think we need it."
—Jim Morrison

A SHIRT FULL OF PUKE

2008-06-04T21:25:00.001-04:00

"Alcohol whipped me. Alcohol and I had many, many marvelous times together. We laughed, we talked, we danced at the party together; then one day I woke up and the band had gone home and I was lying in the broken glass with a shirt full of puke and I said, 'Hey, man, the ball game's up'." —Harry Crews

BACK FROM THE DEAD

2008-05-27T20:27:00.001-04:00

"Jesus is the only guy that ever came back from the dead that didn’t scare the fuck out of everybody! He’s the only guy that ever crawled out of the grave where people didn’t go, ooohhh! I just saw some fucker crawl out of his grave! I don’t believe I’m seeing this shit! Did you see that? This guy just crawled out of his box through the earth! . . . Jesus comes back, he doesn’t get any pressure, no static. Nobody’s upset. He climbs out, he’s walking around, nobody’s upset. They can eat with him and everything . . ." —Sam Kinison

BEAUTIFUL AGE

2008-05-23T07:58:00.000-04:00

"We should burn all libraries and allow to remain only that which everyone knows by heart. A beautiful age of the legend would then begin."
—Hugo Ball, journal entry, Jan. 9, 1917, Flight Out of Time: A Dada Diary [1927]

OAK TREE

2008-05-20T20:27:00.000-04:00

"He was an oak tree in a garden of weeds." - Bono on Johnny Cash

DIFFERENT TRIP

2008-05-18T21:45:00.000-04:00

"But our trip was different. It was a classic affirmation of everything right and true and decent in the national character. It was a gross, physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country—but only for those with true grit. And we were chock full of that." —Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, 1971

BORN AGAIN

2008-04-25T22:13:00.001-04:00

"Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn. I guess I've lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now."
—Interview, London Magazine, December 1974-January 1975

BEER SHIT

2008-04-25T10:51:00.001-04:00

“There was nothing really as glorious as a good beer shit—I mean after drinking twenty or twenty-five beers the night before. The odor of a beer shit like that spread all around and stayed for a good hour-and-a-half. It made you realize that you were really alive.”
—Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye, 1982