"This is an absolute necessity for anybody today. You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen"
— Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth (with Bill Moyers)
(Source: theantidote, via strangesatoris)
You’ll see a woman hanging upside down,
her features covered by her fallen gown,
and all the lousy little poets coming round
tryin’ to sound like Charlie Manson.
And the white man dancing.
-Leonard Cohen, The Future
"Summer in a small town can be deadly, even worse in a way than slum summers or the deep wet summers of gulf ports. It isn’t the deadliness of filth or despair and it doesn’t afflict everyone. But there are days when a terrible message seems to be passing from sunlight to shadow at the edge of a striped afternoon in the returning fathoms of time. Summer unfolds slowly, a carpeted silence rolling out across expanding steel, and the days begin to rhyme, distance swelling with the bridges, heat bending the air, small breaks in the pavement, those days when nothing seems to live on the earth but butterflies, the tranquilized mantis, the spider scaling the length of the mudcaked broken rake inside the dark garage. A scream seems imminent at every window. In the very silence and craft of its rhyming days summer in a small town can invert one’s emotions with the speed of insanity. One feels it most of all on Sundays."
— Don DeLillo, Americana
(Or as we say in Detroit, “Turahno.”)
Anyone have any must-do or mustn’t miss attractions/bars/restaurants/tractor pulls/synagogues/free clinics/drive through beer stores/etc? I’ll be there for one night only.