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Posts tagged "anger"

Apr 01, 2013
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If someone asks me, “Why do you write?” I can reply by pointing out that it is a very dumb question. Nevertheless, there is an answer. I write because I hate. A lot. Hard. And if someone asks me the inevitable next dumb question, “Why do you write the way you do?” I must answer that I wish to make my hatred acceptable because my hatred is much of me, if not the best part. Writing is a way of making the writer acceptable to the world—every cheap, dumb, nasty thought, every despicable desire, every noble sentiment, every expensive taste.

Dec 13, 2012
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He’s the angriest man you’ll ever meet. He’s like a man with a fork in a world of soup.
— Noel Gallagher on his brother, Liam

Jul 20, 2012
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  Outrage is like a lot of other things that feel good but, over time, devour us from the inside out. Except it’s even more insidious than most vices because we don’t even consciously acknowledge that it’s a pleasure. We prefer to think of it as a disagreeable but fundamentally healthy reaction to negative stimuli, like pain or nausea, rather than admit that it’s a shameful kick we eagerly indulge again and again, like compulsive masturbation.
  
  And, as with all vices, vast and lucrative industries are ready to supply the necessary material. It sometimes seems as if most of the news consists of outrage porn, selected specifically to pander to our impulse to judge and punish, to get us off on righteous indignation.
  
  —Tim Kreider, “Isn’t It Outrageous?” collected in We Learn Nothing

Outrage is like a lot of other things that feel good but, over time, devour us from the inside out. Except it’s even more insidious than most vices because we don’t even consciously acknowledge that it’s a pleasure. We prefer to think of it as a disagreeable but fundamentally healthy reaction to negative stimuli, like pain or nausea, rather than admit that it’s a shameful kick we eagerly indulge again and again, like compulsive masturbation.

And, as with all vices, vast and lucrative industries are ready to supply the necessary material. It sometimes seems as if most of the news consists of outrage porn, selected specifically to pander to our impulse to judge and punish, to get us off on righteous indignation.

—Tim Kreider, “Isn’t It Outrageous?” collected in We Learn Nothing

May 06, 2012
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I live here because L.A. is ugly. If I lived in a great beautiful city, why would I do art? I always have to be slightly angry to do art and L.A. provides that.

Mar 23, 2012
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“Hatred is wasted energy.” - Hitchcock

Feb 15, 2012
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John Waters’ letter of advice to his 16-year-old self, from the book, Dear Me

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John Waters’ letter of advice to his 16-year-old self, from the book, Dear Me

Filed under: anger

(Source: vaincre, via fuckyeahmanuscripts)

Feb 14, 2012
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Words offered themselves and I jumped at them… I wanted to tell people, to tell ‘em off, plenty. There would be bitter pleasure in that, bitter because I instinctively knew no one much would listen. So what?
— William Carlos Williams, Autobiography (via)

Jan 26, 2012
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It’s amazing I’ve lived this long without destroying a person.
— Maurice Sendak to Stephen Colbert

Jan 20, 2012
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I’ve learned to live with rage. In some ways, it’s my rage that keeps me going. Without it, I would have been whipped long ago. With it, I got a lot more songs to sing.
— Etta James, in her autobiography, Rage To Survive (RIP)

Dec 15, 2011
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Being cheerful is really no recipe to get down to work: nothing happens until paranoia, jealousy, competitiveness and guilt arrive.
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