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who dares to ration our relief?


You are outside life, you are above life, you have miseries which the ordinary man does not know, you exceed the normal level, and it is for this that men refuse to forgive you, you poison their peace of mind, you undermine their stability. You have irrepressible pains whose essence is to be inadaptable to any known state, indescribable in words. You have repeated and shifting pains, incurable pains, pains beyond imagining, pains which are neither of the body nor of the soul, but which partake of both. And I share your suffering, and I ask you: who dares to ration our relief? We are not going to kill ourselves just yet. In the meantime, leave us the hell alone.

Antonin Artaud

[ Starsailor: It Hurts Too Much ]

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Spider-Man died today


Not the Spider-man most people know but an alternate "What if the Spider-Man origin had happened in 2000" Ultimate Spider-Man. "Utimate Spider-Man #1" was a prized comic of my small collection. I remember leaving work during lunch and driving a long way to the comics store to get it. The first printing of it consisted of 60K so it was worth over $100 at times. I waited too long to sell it and didn't get that much. "Ultimate Spider-Man" was a great series for the first couple of years but eventually the Ultimate line lost steam and started to really decline in quality. This killing of Spider-Man is part of a *third* re-launch of the Ultimate line. All along it has sounded like a really desperate move to generate interest on a tired idea.

+ Marvel Spoils The Death Of Spider-Man In National Press Today

A poet can endure anything


"A poet can endure anything. Which amounts to saying that a human being can endure anything. But that's not true: there are obviously limits to what a human being can endure. Really endure. A poet, on the other hand, can endure anything. We grew up with this conviction. The opening assertion is true, but that way lie ruin, madness, and death."
--Robert Bolaño

+ Vladimir Nabokov: Lolita and Poems



 let no foot mark your ground, let no hand hold you down 

Dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss


On Discovering a Butterfly

I found it and I named it, being versed
in taxonomic Latin; thus became
godfather to an insect and its first
describer -- and I want no other fame.

Wide open on its pin (though fast asleep),
and safe from creeping relatives and rust,
in the secluded stronghold where we keep
type specimens it will transcend its dust.

Dark pictures, thrones, the stones that pilgrims kiss,
poems that take a thousand years to die
but ape the immortality of this
red label on a little butterfly.


 a butterfly he has always wanted to catch By BEYOURPET 

Children of the Atom


Bravo to "Kick-Ass" director Matthew Vaughn for the great achivement that "X-Men: First Class" turned out to me. A sequel can't be made fast enough for me. Brilliant casting! Loved Jennifer Lawrence as Mystique. Couldn't help but think that Michael Fassbender could of been Don Drapper in some alternate universe.


The one random thing was Moira MacTaggert being American. That's like Scrooge McDuck not having his Scottish accent. Guess they make up for it by having Rose Byrne running around in her underwear.