Fortress of Dorkitude

This Blog Contains things that inspire me to inspire others.

For the time being I'm keeping a blog schedule as a way to keep my brain in order.

Monday - Music

Tuesday - Photography

Wednesday - Comedy

Thursday - TV

Friday - Film

Saturday - Art

Sunday - Literature and Miscellaneous

I will take the world at its word and allow that there are those who have experienced great love in their lives. This must be so. So much fuss is made over it. It follows that there are others who have loved but came to realize over time that what they had was merely the shadow of a greater possibility.
Sag Harbor by Colson Whitehead
The clerk shrugged and said that all of Mexico was a collage of diverse and wide-ranging homages.
“Every single thing in this country is an homage to everything in the world, even the things that haven’t happened yet,” he said.
2666 by Roberto Bolano
Impossible things happen. When they do happen, most people just deal with it. Today, like every day, roughly five thousand people on the face of the planet will experience one-chance-in-a-million things, and not one of them will refuse to believe the evidence of their own senses.
Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman
These failed actors and writers, a mob that’s never created worthwhile art, they’re now offering to carry the train of Miss Kathie’s gown, hoping to hitch a ride with her to immortality.
Chuck Palahniuk- Tell All
Americans, like human beings everywhere, believe many things that are obviously untrue. Their most destructive untruth is that it is very easy for any American to make money. They will not acknowledge how in fact hard money is to come by, and, therefore, those who have no money blame and blame and blame themselves. This inward blame has been a treasure for the rich and powerful, who have had to do less for their poor, publicly and privately, than any other ruling class since, say, Napoleonic times.
Slaughterhouse-five by Kurt Vonnegut (1969)
This bird, when it isn’t shrieking, says only one thing. Flea taught it what to say. He put a sign on its cage the reads TELL ME I’M STUPID. So you say to the bird, “Okay, you’re stupid,” and the bird says, real sarcastic, “I can talk-can you fly?”
Flea could have opened in Vegas with that. But there is no cozying up to a bird.
Amy Hempel-Nashville Gone To Ashes