Posts tagged: henry rollins
i look at people now like they are on display in a museum. they have nothing to do with me and i’m not part of their world either.
—henry rollins; 2.13.61 (solipsist)
i always feel like i’m getting fucked whenever i leave this room. when i go out there with them i get raped and there’s nothing i can do about it.
—henry rollins; 2.13.61 (solipsist)
Go without a coat when it’s cold; find out what cold is. Go hungry; keep your existence lean. Wear away the fat, get down to the lean tissue and see what it’s all about. The only time you define your character is when you go without. In times of hardship, you find out what you’re made of and what you’re capable of. If you’re never tested, you’ll never define your character.
—Henry Rollins
Why do you think the old stories tell of men who set out on great journeys to impress the gods? Because trying to impress people just isn’t worth the time and effort.
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Henry Rollins
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I hate writing. I just wish I could stop but I can’t. Writing is not a joy to me. The better you get at it, the harder it is, because it’s less time that you bullshit yourself. I’ve met a handful of writers and they’re pretty miserable people. Because they know that the beast is sitting in the room saying, ‘Come on. You know you’ve been playing around with your friends long enough. Back to class.’
—Henry Rollins
I don’t believe in fate or destiny. I believe in various degrees of hatred, paranoia, and abandonment. However much of that gets heaped upon you doesn’t matter - it’s only a matter of how much you can take and what it does to you.
—Henry Rollins
4.28.85
”Today was miserable and lonely — real lonely. Fuck, I was really planning on getting out of here. But now, it looks like I will be here for a while. Right now I feel very selfish. I think to myself that I am not getting any younger. I feel that I’m wasting my life away. I am wasting my life — the only one I have. I realize that every day is one day closer to my Death. I cannot relax, not even close. When I write, my face hurts sometimes because I am grinding my teeth so fucking hard. Sometimes I put a cassette box between my upper and lower rows to stop this. I must look stupid sitting there with this cassette box in my mouth.
I cannot derive satisfaction from anything that does not cause physical pain. I think in terms of my body. I think through my body. Sex is an exception. Even sex causes me great torment so I guess it is not an exception. I cannot escape my mind. I try. Have been for a long time. What is beyond my mind? Insanity? Sometimes I can almost separate myself from my thoughts and almost stand beside myself. This causes me to have a lot of problems relaxing or even sleeping much at all.
Last night, I had this dream that I was walking down this street and I was saying, “This is the most beautiful block in the world!” Then I looked over and all the houses were gray cinder blocks with no windows. I’m still trying to figure that one out. Now I don’t know if I’m thinking or thinking of thinking. Is it pure thought or thought inspired by sound or something I saw? Is it possible to have an explosion in your head like something out of the black space? When will I see myself walking down the other side of the street or passing me on the highway? What would it be like to come home and see your own body on the floor, brains all blown apart, gun in your hand? You’re standing there looking at this corpse and it’s you splattered all over the room. Maybe sometime that will happen to me. I’ll come into the shed and I’ll trip over my own corpse. I cannot understand from where all this torment comes from.
Once I saw my life, I saw the lie. Colonel Kurtz said that the middle word in life is ‘if’. Take the “f” out of life. That’s what I see. The lie blinds me. The lie makes me see the blindness. The lie turns me inward against myself. If I win, I lose. If I lose, I lose. I see no truth — just the inability to face the lie.”— Henry Rollins, Get in the Van
If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
—Henry Rollins
excerpt from The Portable Henry Rollins
Civilization has allowed the weak to survive. You can sit back and be an overweight, apathetic piece of shit, smoke your dope and still survive because you have a right to life.
—Henry Rollins
I don’t want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride. All you do is get to breathe and copulate and finally die. I don’t want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow. I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun - hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks. People will walk by and say, “Look at that drooling idiot. What a basket case.” I will turn and say to them, “It is you who are the basket case. For every moment you hated your job, cursed your wife and sold yourself to a dream that you didn’t even conceive. For the times your soul screamed yes and you said no. For all of that. For your self-torture, I see the glowing eyes of the sun! The air talks to me! I am at all times!” And maybe, the passers by will drop a coin into my cup.
—Henry Rollins
Henry Rollins on war and getting angry.
I’ll eventually stop spamming you with this guy. But for now I’m in awe of how articulate and accurate virtually every word that comes out of his mouth is.
Yeah. This. :/
(Followers, please watch this. ty.)
