And a Fractal from 1813
Alice In Chains, Ani DiFranco, Beck, Blue Man Group, Bob Dylan, Bob Marley & The Wailers, Cat Anderson, Cracker, David Gray, Days of the New, Fatboy Slim, Frank Sinatra, Franz Ferdinand, Garbage, Guns N' Roses, Hank Williams, Incendio & Jim Stubblefield, Iron Butterfly, Jack Johnson, Jerry Cantrell, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, John Lee Hooker, Johnny Cash, Lenny Kravitz, Leo Kottke, Lou Bega, Louis Armstrong, Mazzy Star, Medeski, Martin & Wood, Metallica, Miles Davis, Moby, Mutual Admiration Society, Mythos, Neutral Milk Hotel, Nickel Creek, Nine Inch Nails, Pearl Jam, Philip Glass, Phish, Pink Floyd, Poe, R.E.M, Radiohead, Rage Against the Machine, Rob Zombie, Soundgarden, Spoon, Steve Miller Band, Stone Temple Pilots, Temple of the Dog, The Animals, The Black Keys, Ben Harper, Jose Gonzalez, The Chemical Brothers, The DOORS!, The Dust Brothers, The Faint, The Pogues, The Rolling Stones, Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, Tom Waits, Tool, Wilco, Ziggy Marley & the Melody Makers, and so on. (Tired of lists.)
....and a million other known, lost, and forgotten tales.
"I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling. Ecstacy, even, I felt, with flashes of sudden remembrance, and feeling sweaty and drowsy I felt like sleeping and dreaming in the grass."
Various artists and writers: William Blake, Wordsworth, SHEL Silverstein, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Oscar Wilde, Jim Morrison, Walt Whitman, the metaphysical poets, Arthur Rimbaud, Jack Keriouc, Johann Wolfgang Goethe, Hermann Hesse, Aldous Huxley, Percy Shelley, Jean-Paul Sartre, Marcel Proust, Haruki Murakami, Edmund Spenser, Albert Camus, Friedrich Nietzsche, William Seward Burroughs II, ChucK, Samuel Beckett, Henry James, Mark Z. Danielewski, Syliva Plath, Sara Kane, Virginia Woolf, Paz, Franz Kafka, Dali, Ionesco, the Surrealists, Mamet, Jonathan Safran Foer, Andy Goldsworthy,
Sheperd, Yeats, Miller, Chet Zar, Tim Burton, Kaufman, James Joyce, Dostoevsky, Clive Barker, H.P. Lovecraft, Hempel, Noone, all independant artists!......fuck it. There’s too much to read and look at in a lifetime. And it takes a lifetime to read and look at a third of it.
If by WIT you mean morbid chronic laughter and traumatic stress disorder stuffed inside a coffee can and pita bread while longing for a hermit's appetite salted in anti-social footsteps and subtleties that are lost in your common snowdrifts, then yeah, I think I have some of that.
And my Pop. The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances.--Jack London Remember when your circus was caffeine clowns, venders in plaid shirts screaming at teenage girls, "for a dollar you can take this home honey," and archaic rides hiding under clouds of light? After a fortnight the magnetic cluster vanished leaving lipstick stained paper cups, fermented funnel cakes feeding emaciated dogs, and cotton candy stuck to masking tape. FATHER: What is your greatest worry because you seem to be worried all the time. DAUGHTER: Sometimes I can't hear myself think. FATHER: You have to speak a little louder, I can't understand a word you're saying. DAUGHTER: Sometimes I can't hear myself think. FATHER: Communication is more than just words, communication is architecture, because of course it is quite obvious that a house which would be built without that will that desire to communicate, would not look the way your house looks today. "The little girl had found a frog in the yard. The frog appeared to be dead, so her parents let her prepare a burial site—a little hole surrounded by pebbles. But at the moment of the lowering, the frog, which had only been stunned, kicked its legs and came to. 'Kill him!' the girl had shrieked."--Amy Hempel