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—Do you perform often?
—Only at poor attended concerts for postgraduates.
—That’s a shame, why do you think that is?
—Because once you move away from tonality and harmony the audience is very small.
—That’s because harmony is science. Harmony is physics.
—Harmony was a capitalist plot to sell pianos.
(Untitled) (2009).
“This weapon is fully described in The Job, published by Grove Press of New York. So much for the commercial. Infrasound is sound at a frequency below the level of human hearing which sets up vibrations in any solid obstruction including the human body. Professor Gavreau, who discovered this novel weapon, says that his installation, which resembles a vast police whistle eighteen feet long, can kill up to five miles in any direction…knock down walls and break windows, and set off burglar alarms for miles around. His device is patented and anybody can obtain a copy of the plans on payment of two hundred francs at the patent office. So why be a small-time sniper?”
A transcript from The Revised Boy Scout Manual, a novel in the form of three one-hour cassettes. William S. Burroughs (1970), RE/SEARCH #4/5 (1982).
Found at: ce399 | research archive
“Far more creativity, today, goes into the marketing of products than into the products themselves, athletic shoes or feature films.”
Pattern Recognition, William Gibson.
“But this will be the end of our civilisation, when people will not work because work has become so intolerable to their senses, it nauseates them too much, they would rather starve. Then we shall see the hammer used only for smashing, then we shall see it. Yet here we are—we have the opportunity to make beautiful factories, beautiful machine-houses—we have the opportunity—”
Women in Love (1920), D.H. Lawrence.
“He said there are only two great diseases in the world to-day—Bolshevism and Americanism; and Americanism is the worse of the two, because Bolshevism only smashes your house or your business or your skull, but Americanism smashes your soul.”
The Plumed Serpent, D. H. Lawrence.