"Yes, whereas most civilized people believe it (drug-taking) to be in some sense ‘immoral’, I consider it futile
and unnecessary, since chemical stimulation is not needed for a sense of well-being, for artistic
illumination, imagination, a sense of forward movement in one’s life. We have it within
ourselves to enter the sorts of states of mind that drugs are supposed to make possible. Now I'm not denying, of course, that some great artists have used drugs; but no one can write, or paint, or
compose music, while on drugs or intoxicants. You have to stop in order to create; but if you can
stop, you didn’t need to start in the first place. On the other hand, many people can’t stop, and
for them creativity is impossible. So, on my view, for the truly creative person drugs are
unnecessary, if not a positive hindrance, whilst for the uncreative person they are pointless, and
will never supply their creative lack.
In my view, drug-taking is, in a way, the anti-creativity of uncreative people, people who don’t
have a song or a poem in them, but who think they can share in the creative experience by
artificially altering their state of mind. Only about ten per cent of people are really concerned
with creativity, with moving forward, transcending supposed limitations on human achievement."
-Jonathan Bowden, Apocalypse TV
and unnecessary, since chemical stimulation is not needed for a sense of well-being, for artistic
illumination, imagination, a sense of forward movement in one’s life. We have it within
ourselves to enter the sorts of states of mind that drugs are supposed to make possible. Now I'm not denying, of course, that some great artists have used drugs; but no one can write, or paint, or
compose music, while on drugs or intoxicants. You have to stop in order to create; but if you can
stop, you didn’t need to start in the first place. On the other hand, many people can’t stop, and
for them creativity is impossible. So, on my view, for the truly creative person drugs are
unnecessary, if not a positive hindrance, whilst for the uncreative person they are pointless, and
will never supply their creative lack.
In my view, drug-taking is, in a way, the anti-creativity of uncreative people, people who don’t
have a song or a poem in them, but who think they can share in the creative experience by
artificially altering their state of mind. Only about ten per cent of people are really concerned
with creativity, with moving forward, transcending supposed limitations on human achievement."
-Jonathan Bowden, Apocalypse TV
Forwarded from Esoteric Lindy
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
T.S Elliot
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
T.S Elliot
Forwarded from Esoteric Lindy
“Everything ugly weakens and afflicts man. It recalls decay, danger, impotence; he actually suffers a loss of energy in its presence. The effect of the ugly can be measured with a dynamometer. Whenever man feels in any way depressed, he senses the proximity of something ‘ugly’. His feeling of power, his will to power, his courage, his pride - they decline with the ugly, they increase with the beautiful.” — Friedrich Nietzsche.