Bonnie 'Prince' Billy; Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself)

After The Warrior Song, from FIREDAYS, Book V

After The Warrior Song

This loud and spoiled land,

With snow-covered cars,

    cold crystal puddles,

Deep clusters of waste ground,

    metals, and ash,

The home of vultures,

    ravens, juncos, and wrens,

With carob nights and

   shadows of a pale moon –

I will not be separated

    from this or you. 

Huxley on totalitarianism

"There is, of course, no reason why the new totalitarianisms should resemble the old. Government by clubs and firing squads, by artificial famine, mass imprisonment and mass deportation, is not merely inhumane (nobody cares much about that nowadays); it is demonstrably inefficient—and in an age of advanced technology, inefficiency is the sin against the Holy Ghost. A really efficient totalitarian state would be one in which the all powerful executive of political bosses and their army of managers control a population of slaves who do not have to be coerced, because they love their servitude. To make them love it is the task assigned, in present-day totalitarian states, to ministries of propaganda, newspaper editors and schoolteachers.” A. Huxley, Brave New World, The Vanguard Library, London, 1952.

Mumford on civlization

"The most deadly criticism one could make of modern civilization is that apart from its man-made crises and catastrophes, it is not humanly interesting ...” L. Mumford, The Conduct of Life, Harcourt, Brace & Company, New York, 1951, p. 14.

Andrea Carroll - It Hurts To Be Sixteen

Guided by Voices - Fountain of Youth

One
of the essentials in yr GBV collection for its gorgeous Byrds-y
12-string jangles: to my mind, the other side of the coin Husker Du
stamped on with their blistering and never-bettered 'Eight Miles
High'.

Du Bois's warning to Southern Gentlemen

“Even to-day the masses of the Negroes see all too clearly the anomalies of their position and the moral crookedness of yours. You may marshal strong indictments against them, but their counter-cries, lacking though they be in formal logic, have burning truths within them which you may not wholly ignore, O Southern Gentlemen!” W. E. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk