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[thegreatmysterio]

Punch your lights out, hit the pavement

(that's what I call entertainment)

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[thegreatmysterio]

Assorted bits and bobs that remind me of Quentin Beck.

[thegreatmysterio]

GAVESTON
I have some business; leave me to myself.

POOR MEN
We will wait here about the court.
Exeunt

GAVESTON
Do. These are not men for me;
I must have wanton poets, pleasant wits,
Musicians, that with touching of a string
May draw the pliant King which way I please.
Music and poetry is his delight;
Therefore I'll have Italian masques by night,
Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows.

—Christopher Marlowe, Edward the Second

[thegreatmysterio]

Frith could have killed El-ahrairah at once, but he had a mind to keep him in the world, because he needed him to sport and jest and play tricks. So he determined to get the better of him, not by means of his own great power but by means of a trick.

[...]

And Frith called out after [El-ahrairah] [...] 'All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.'

—Richard Adams, Watership Down

[thegreatmysterio]

After thirty-six years of holding the signs of age at bay, he was beginning to look the part. He was no more the juvenile lead. There was an undisputable puffiness beneath his eyes, which was nothing to do with sleeplessness and there were lines, too, on his forehead, and round his mouth. He didn't look the wunderkind any longer; the secrets of his debauchery were written all over his face. The excess of sex, booze, and ambition, the frustration of aspiring and just missing the main chance so many times.

—Clive Barker, "Sex, Death, and Starshine"

[thegreatmysterio]

Only the stage working lights were on, the auditorium was in darkness. It yawned at him insolently, row upon row of empty seats, defying him to entertain them. Ah, the loneliness of the long-distance director.

[...]

It made Calloway want to spit, the familiar claims of sentiment. When he thought of the number of so-called allies that had cheerfully stabbed him in the back; and in return the playwrights whose work he'd smilingly slanged, the actors he'd crushed with a casual quip. Brotherhood be damned, it was dog eat dog, same as any over-subscribed profession.

—Clive Barker, "Sex, Death, and Starshine"

[thegreatmysterio]

For Nightcrawler, Gyllenhaal stripped away much of his hunky bulk, making Lou a leaner, more sinewy figure — someone who could convincingly evoke a human coyote, the organizing metaphor Gyllenhaal and Gilroy struck upon during one of their lengthy rehearsals.

—Buzzfeed interview about Nightcrawler, 2014

[thegreatmysterio]

Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

—Janet Fitch, White Oleander

[thegreatmysterio]

Like a snake, my heart
has shed its skin.
I hold it there in my hands,
full of honey and wounds.

—Federico Garcia Lorca, "New Heart"

[thegreatmysterio]

There were, of course, things I wanted to say, words I wanted to share before the event- before I squeezed the life from him as if he were nothing more than a child's red balloon [...]. Something that might float up and away on an invisible string pulled by an ancient deity until I'm left standing alone on the chessboard of the mess we've made together- the illusion we had shared, the magic we had wrongfully invented.

[...]

"What's the word of the day, Pres?"

"Verisimilitude," the boy says, as they filter inside the house. "The appearance of being true or real."

[...]

MARTYR: I take from things around me all the time. I take and I take and I take. I never seem to give. I'm just not that way.

—Eric LaRocca, You've Lost A Lot Of Blood

[thegreatmysterio]

That’s the secret to performance: conviction. The right note played tentatively still misses its mark, but play boldly and no one will question you. If one believes there is truth in art – and I do – then it’s troubling how similar the skill of performing is to lying. Maybe lying is itself a kind of art. I think about that more than I should.

—Rachel Hartman, Seraphina

[thegreatmysterio]

You do the math, you expect the trouble.
The seaside town. The electric fence.
Draw a circle with a piece of chalk. Imagine standing in a constant cone
of light. Imagine surrender. Imagine being useless.
A stone on the path means the tea's not ready,
a stone in the hand mean's somebody's angry, the stone inside you still hasn't hit bottom.

—Richard Siken, "Seaside Improvisation"

[thegreatmysterio]

Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly
flames everywhere.
I can tell already you think I'm the dragon,
that would be so like me, but I'm not. I'm not the dragon.
I'm not the princess either.

Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down.
I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure,
I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.
[...]
For a while I thought I was the dragon.
I guess I can tell you that now. And, for a while, I thought I was
the princess,
cotton candy pink sitting there in my room, in the tower of the castle,
young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with confidence
but the princess looks into her mirror and only sees the princess,
while I'm out here slogging through the mud, breathing fire,
and getting stabbed to death.

Okay, so I'm the dragon. Big deal.
You still get to be the hero.
You get magic gloves! A fish that talks! You get eyes like flashlights!
What more do you want?

—Richard Siken, "Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out"

[thegreatmysterio]

So that's why you want to take pictures so badly. The sound of the shutter reminds me of the guillotine.

— Hiroshi Koizumi as Dr. Shinichi Chujo, in Mothra (1961)

[thegreatmysterio]

"It's not that the stars get to bask in the light... but that those who bask in the light become stars. If you have your own spotlight to shine, then all the dumb little bugs will buzz around you."

—ONE, Mob Pyscho 100 vol. 2 (Teruki Hanazawa)

[thegreatmysterio]

"A man can't both do and be," I remember he said to me once. "He's so much force, no more, and he can either make himself with it or something else. If he tries to do both, he does both imperfectly. I'm going to do one perfect thing."

—Oliver Onions, "Benlian"

[thegreatmysterio]

And he abandoned himself to that mock misery in which artistic people are so fond of indulging.

—E.M. Forster, "The Story of a Panic"

[thegreatmysterio]

I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I'd never have. Burn the Amazon rain forests. Pump chlorofluorocarbons straight up to gobble the ozone. Open the dump valves on supertankers and uncap offshore oil wells. I wanted to kill all the fish I couldn't afford to eat, and smother the French beaches I'd never see.
I wanted the whole world to hit bottom.
[...]
I wanted to breathe smoke.
[...]
I wanted to burn the Louvre. I'd do the Elgin Marbles with a sledgehammer and wipe my ass with the Mona Lisa. This is my world, now.
This is my world, my world, and those ancient people are dead.

— Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club