Ginsberg: Do you want to be loved?
Burroughs: Nnnnnnot really. It depends by who or what. By my cats, certainly.
(From William S. Burroughs: A Man Within, date unknown)
They jumped to there deaths holding hands…
If folly leads each man into a blindness where he is lost, the madman, on the contrary, reminds each man of his truth; in a comedy where each man deceives the other and dupes himself, the madman is comedy to the second degree: the deception of deception; he utters, in his simpleton’s language which makes no show of reason, the words of reason that release, in the comic, the comedy: he speaks love to lovers, the truth of life to the young, the middling reality of things to the proud, to the insolent, and the liars.
— Michel Foucault —Madness and Civilization
The Red String of Fate
An Eastern Asian legend originating in China and also referred to in Japanese mythology as well. According to this myth, the gods would tie an invisible red string around men and women who were meant to be soul mates and in time, would marry one another. This magical string can twist, tangle, or stretch, but the ‘bond’ will never break.
The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstances.
Cette image est pleine de poésie….
When I really love someone, I can only show it by making aggressive and bad-taste remarks.
— Slavoj Zizek
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.
— George Jean Nathan
You’re not alone dear Charles.