
“Hey oh, here I am… and here we go life's waiting to begin”
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Source: Time and Again (1951), Chapter XIX (p. 99)
Context: As he looked, Sutton felt the cold hand of loneliness reach down with icy fingers to take him in its grip. For here was sheer, mad loneliness such as he had never dreamed. Here was the very negation of life and motion, here was the stark, bald beginning when there was no life, nor even thought of life. Here anything that knew or thought or moved was an alien thing, a disease, a cancer on the face of nothingness.
“Hey oh, here I am… and here we go life's waiting to begin”
da We Don't Need to Whisper)
at St Quentin, during the videoshoot for St Anger
The First Part, Chapter 6, p. 29 (See also: Rene Girard)
Leviathan (1651)
“No signs of life are here: the very prayers
Inscribed around are in a language dead.”
In the Jewish Synagogue at Newport http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-jewish-synagogue-at-newport/
“Life is beautiful in all its colors, even the darker ones, they’re here for a reason.”
On the Live 2012 concert documentary.
Glenn Gould Reader p5
Context: The trouble begins when we start to be so impressed by the strategies of our systematized thought that we forget that it does relate to an obverse, that it is hewn from negation, that it is but very small security against the void of negation which surrounds it. And when that happens, when we forget these things, all sorts of mechanical failures begin to disrupt the functions of the human personality. When people who practice an art like music become captives of those positive assumptions of system, when they forget to credit that happening against negation which system is, and when they become disrespectful of the immensity of negation compared to system — then they put themselves out of reach of that replenishment of invention upon which creative ideas depend, because invention is, in fact, a cautious dipping into the negation that lies outside system from a position firmly ensconced in system.
Source: No One Belongs Here More Than You