Daft cunts like Paul Morley

1a) I can't look back like some fans can. I can't get beyond the fact that most of it was shit - most of the people telling me otherwise are daft cunts like Paul Morley and all those other talking heads who make money out of that sort of shit.

from Renegade by Mark E. Smith

V'angry couture of Fernando Pessoa

As the time nears for a sloughing of the outer layers, I am left to ponder to where my new proclivities will orient me, and via what means of carriage. The weather is...

Can anybody save Shambo?

A corpse claps hands like a pebble in a window pane - Benjamin Peret

STOP RACKING YOUR BRAINS

nobody reads poetry nowadays

it doesn't matter if it's good or bad

- Nicanor Parra

Assuming you can get over the initial feeling of queasiness, The Enema Bandit is a genuinely hilarious movie - Jonathan Ross

By the grace of God, we,

King of all chickens The Unclean have fried,

and Grand Duke of all eggs said chickens have laid,

- Vladimir Mayakovsky

The surrealists promised a new world, but they merely delivered 'mysteries of Paris'. They promised a new faith, but did that really mean anything? Oh literature, what petty crimes are committed in your name! - Henri Lefebvre

Here's the truth simply stated. . . bookstores are suffering from a serious crisis of falling sales. - Louis-Ferdinand Celine

People are ashamed, not of the injustices they do, but of those they receive. - Giacomo Leopardi

King Vidiot, Joseph Rutter and Frank Silva Strike Again

Frank Silva, aka Bob from Twin Peaks, is credited as 'Painter' on the film Joysticks from 1983, which receives a score 0f 2.4 on imdb. The reviewer Woodyanders calls it "A misunderstood masterpiece of rancid 80's schlock art." Here are some quotations from the film taken from imdb:-

King Vidiot: [Opens french window and climbs in]
Joseph Rutter: What are you doing here?
King Vidiot: You said to come.
Joseph Rutter: To my office, I meant...
King Vidiot: Don't like offices.
Joseph Rutter: So why didn't you come through the door instead of the window?
King Vidiot: Don't like doors.
Joseph Rutter: Well, come in. Take a seat.
King Vidiot: Don't like seats.

Joseph Rutter: If you're half the man I think you are, ...
King Vidiot: Oh I am, Mr Rutter, I am half the man you think I am!

Joseph Rutter: I think we have something in common.
King Vidiot: So you like to hang around in public lavatories as well?!

And the top 5 plot keywords:-

Arcade / Generation Gap / Fart / Teen Movie / Nerd

You can always trust Frank Silva to pick them for you!

The Quiet Itch of Juliet Stevenson's Tonsured Moustachios

The novel, which is a work of art, exists, not by its resemblances to life, which are forced and material, as a shoe must still consist of leather, but by its immeasurable distance from life, which is designed and significant, and is both the method and the meaning of the work.

from A Humble Remonstrance by Robert Louis Stevenson (1884)

quoted in The Case of the Persevering Maltese: Collected Essays by Harry Mathews (2003)

The Fully Boz Scaggs of Corpulent Christi

FATHER [Almost soundlessly, with mellifluous modesty]: All I wanted to know sir, is if you, as you are now, can truly see yourself... as you see, for example, in the distance of time, what you were at one time, with all the illusions you had back then, with all those things in and around you as they seemed to you then - and which were actually real to you - well then, sir, if you think back to those illusions which now you no longer have, to all those things which now no longer 'seem' to be for you what they 'were' at one time, don't you feel - not necessarily the boards on this stage - but the ground, the very ground beneath your feet give way - when you deduce that in the same way 'this', the way you feel right now, all the reality of today, the way it is, is destined to seem an illusion to you tomorrow?

DIRECTOR [not having understood well and astounded by the specious argument]: And so what? And what are we supposed to conclude from all this?

FATHER: Oh, not a thing, sir.

from Six Characters in Search of an Author by Luigi Pirandello (1921)