Quotes By Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit

“you son of a bitch, she said, I am
trying to build a meaningful

you can't build it with a hammer,
he said.”

“I care for you, darling, I love you,
the only reason I fucked L. is because you fucked
Z. and then I fucked R. and you fucked N.
and because you fucked N. I had to fuck
Y. But I think of you constantly, I feel you
here in my belly like a baby, love I'd call it,
no matter what happens I'd call it love, and so
you fucked C. and then before I could move
you fucked W., so I had to fuck D. But
I want you to know that I love you, I think of you
constantly, I don't think I've ever loved anybody
like I love you.”

“hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.”

“I have lost my rhythm.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.

I have been robbed of
my filth.”

“for me
obedience to another is the decay of self.

for though every being is similar
each being is different

and to herd our differences
under one law
degrades each self.”

“love needs too much help, he said.
hate takes care of itself.”

“for me
obedience to another is the decay
of self”

“it's so easy to be a poet
and so hard to be
a man.”

“I like to prowl ordinary places
and taste the people-
from a distance.”

“they pulled Ezra through the streets in a wooden cage. Blake was sure of God. Villon was a mugger. Lorca sucked cock. T. S. Eliot worked a teller's cage”

“there's no defense
except all the errors

“I have, he went on, betrayed myself with
belief, deluded myself with love
tricked myself with sex.

the bottle is damned faithful, he said,
the bottle will not lie”

“I've learned to feel good when
I feel good.
it's better to be driven around in a red porsche
than to own
one. the luck of the fool is

“permanent living peace is
permanent living death.”

“I like to prowl ordinary places.
I feel sorry for us all or glad for us
caught alive together
and awkward in that way.

there's nothing better than the joke
of us
the seriousness of us
the dullness of us”

“we should have known.
maybe we wanted cotton candy luck. maybe we
believed. what trash.
we believed like dogs

in a life full of little stories
for a death to come”

“meat is cut as roses are cut
men die as dogs die
love dies like dogs die,
he said.”

“the lies of centuries, the lies of love,
the lies of Socrates and Blake and Christ
will be your bedmates and tombstones
in a death that will never end.”

“I wait on my fix:
I am a poetry junkie.”

“tu figlio di puttana, disse lei, sto cercando di costruire una relazione che abbia senso.

non puoi costruirla con un martello, disse lui”