Hitler’s most hated artist.
The world isn’t worth selling your soul for.
“Babylon system is the vampire”
Mistakes, waste, the meandering of intricate systems!
Shantih, Shantih, Shantih.
Evolution is a “broken and fragmentary form of ruin.”
Passion, pain, uncertainty and struggle, but the music stays groovy.
Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
“The will that aims toward its freedom plunges into the void.”
Arranging and rearranging was his witchcraft.
He puts Hermes back in charge of hermeneutics.
He builds churches of disaster, museums of accidents.
Science is a humanist’s playground.
“A fool! A fool! Who’ll barter my reason for his folly?”
Rorty patiently dismantles western philosophy.
Existential fidgeting as wallpaper.
He doesn’t do anything just because he can.
He was mindful of how horrible we can make one another.
The ghost in Cash’s machine was Sturm und Drang Romanticism.
No disparity between what’s funny and what hurts.
His smiles, tears, and wall-punching are the best.
“I became a humorist out of rage, not kindness.”
Everything was a reagent for her compositions.
All of religion is crazy — not just the crazy parts.