#eat

The Beats and the Pranksters showed us different ways of opting out of society. They were both the personification of countercultural movements. The Beats were trying to change literature, and the Pranksters were trying to change the people and the country. Kesey, in fact, was his own cultural revolution, striving to keep the upbeat, freedom-loving spirit of America alive. ↗

— Sterling Lord

#beat-poetry #ken-kesey #pranksters #change

Music straightjackets a poem and prevents it from breathing on its own, whereas it liberates a lyric. Poetry doesn't need music; lyrics do. ↗

— Stephen Sondheim

#lyricists #music #poetry #music

Kessa ran her fingers over her stomach. Flat. But was it flat enough? Not quite. She still had some way to go. Just to be safe, she told herself. Still, it was nice the way her pelvic bones rose like sharp hills on either side of her stomach. I love bones. Bones are beautiful. ↗

— Steven Levenkron

#beautiful #bones #eating-disorder #mental-illness #skinny

The public make use of the classics of a country as a means of checking the progress of Art. They degrade the classics into authorities.... A fresh mode of Beauty is absolutely distasteful to them, and whenever it appears they get so angry and bewildered that they always use two stupid expressions--one is that the work of art is grossly unintelligible; the other, that the work of art is grossly immoral. What they mean by these words seems to me to be this. When they say a work is grossly unintelligible, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is new; when they describe a work as grossly immoral, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is true. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#attitudes #beauty #creativity #opinions #public

They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by. They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered. ↗

— Enid Blyton

#heather #honeysuckle #nature #night #reeds

All this is on a strictly need-to-know basis. As in, nobody else needs to know. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#beauty

My greatest work comes in the community. ↗

— Marion Barry

#community #greatest #work

There is nothing for you in this bleak hospital room but a cold and empty nothingness that has no answers, can give no peace, will provide no comfort to the living. ↗

— Rebecca James

#death #depression #empty #nothingness #sad

I hadn't understood funeral pyres before, but now I do. It's ghastly to burn someone you love but watching the smoke going into the sky, I think that's rather beautiful now. And I wish Tess could be up in the sky. Somewhere with color and light and air. ↗

— Rosamund Lupton

#funeral #beauty

...to see a girl who burns me and shocks me and shatters me with a single touch. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#beauty