Le journal des citations

[Harvest]

Excellent

[whereisbrian]

L’homme vraiment libre est celui qui sait refuser une invitation à dîner sans donner de prétexte.

Jules Renard

[dor lersing]

Jung raconte souvent l'histoire d'une patiente très rationnelle, dont le scepticisme bloquait le traitement.
Pendant une séance, elle lui racontait un rêve où on lui offrait un scarabée d'or (un bijou).
À ce moment précis, Jung entendit un bruit à la fenêtre. Il ouvrit et attrapa un insecte qui cherchait à entrer : une cétoine dorée, l'analogue le plus proche du scarabée dans nos régions.
Il tendit l'insecte à sa patiente en disant : « Voici votre scarabée. »
Ce choc a brisé les barrières rationnelles de la patiente, permettant au traitement de progresser.

Carl Gustave Jung

[Algernon]

[dor lersing]

Nous sommes tous des farceurs : nous survivons à nos problèmes .

Cioran

[Pinouille]

[dor lersing]

Le premier homme à jeter une insulte plutôt qu'une pierre est le fondateur de la civilisation .

Sigmund Freud

[dor lersing]

Le Je que nous sommes, le Nous que je suis.

Hegel

[Unserious Sam]

"Dis-moi qui tu suis, je te dirai qui je hais" (Hubert-Félix Thiéfaine)

[Algernon]

When those of us who are committed to the creation of aural sculpture, can no longer sit and tolerate the prostitution of sound that is proliferating around us, it is time to speak out. the musicians of our times are harlots and charlatans, who use science without being scientists and abuse art without being artists. We are witnessing the demise of music, so be it. The world must prepare itself to herald the advent of aural sculpture, whose presence can now be shared with the fortunate few who have the ears to hear, the vision to see and the intelligence to comprehend.

Wait, I feel something stirring... are we witnessing the birth of a sculpture? Within the confines of these concentric grooves an immaculate conception is about to take place... listen... can you hear? The catharsis of the birth is almost too much to bear, it is emerging, its glistening form, its voluptuous curves harken to the ecstatic crescendos of the newly-born, spreading to fill the vacuum of your pathetic little lives... David will now describe the infant.

...

Oh, the bliss! Oh, the pleasure caressing your ears! how can you have survived until this historic moment?
How could the world have continued to mark time whilst writhing in ignorance as to the future of the ageing creature known as music? Behold, The Stranglers bring you aural sculpture!

[Unserious Sam]

Très bon album au demeurant !