Category Archives: DAEMONS

To live is to war with trolls.” ― Henrik Ibsen

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“It was said in the old days that every year Thor made a circle around Middle-earth, beating back the enemies of order. Thor got older every year, and the circle occupied by gods and men grew smaller. The wisdom god, Woden, went out to the king of the trolls, got him in an armlock, and demanded to know of him how order might triumph over chaos.
“Give me your left eye,” said the king of the trolls, “and I’ll tell you.” 
Without hesitation, Woden gave up his left eye. “Now tell me.” 
The troll said, “The secret is, Watch with both eyes!” 


― John GardnerOn Moral Fiction

 

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Every one is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody. Mark Twain

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Full Moon by Robin Klein

At times of full moon—
I wish I knew why—
I get this strange yearning
to howl at the sky!

For reasons peculiar
I’ve not yet discovered,
the backs of my hands then
with fur become covered!

My fingernails lengthen,
my hands look like… paws!
I feel a compulsion
to walk on all fours!

My eyes redly glimmer,
hair sprouts from my ears,
fang-like my teeth grow,
with points sharp as spears!

Though normally fussy
about what I eat—
on nights when the moon’s full,
I crave RAW RED MEAT!

“You will face your greatest opposition when you are closest to your biggest miracle.” ― Shannon L. Alder

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ANGER MANAGEMENT: A SOUTH COAST FABLE

ALAN WEARNE

His screaming has commenced. The kids are home.
And you are bruised, walking-into-a-door bruised,
like you’ve seen enough before except
now it’s his, his bruise and possible fracture.
You saw the good man (if nobody else did)
the one who rolled you your White Ox,
the one who actually wrote songs,
the man you were loving who disguised
so much (no doubt from himself).
Well it all is out now with a sort of noise
that’s heading to your kid’s guts
to stay for decades. But it’s when
he starts up ‘Don’t you get it, I love kids,
I love them!’ you grab yours and lock away
the three of you, three hearts deranged
with thumping, with him outside the toilet
howling, whilst you phone your girl friends.
Men arrive, and now he screams at them:
the Bowlo band, the cover band, the busking partner
who then reaches for what you never thought
you’d reach with him: cops, their AVOs.
Oh, and you’re reasoning again,
he was never thick, some cops are truly thick
and sometimes we need what the thick provide.
Meantime he’ll be off,
a stocky, perspiring man, making noises no one wants
to understand, getting dragged away.

http://www.poetryinternationalweb.net/pi/site/poet/item/13652/15/Alan-Wearne

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An idle brain is the devils workshop.

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The Inquirer & Commercial News (Perth, WA : 1855 – 1901), Wednesday 8 October 1890

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The crow wish’d every thing was black, the owl, that every thing was white. William Blake.

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1 1 1 1 1 1 The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. - 1866 - 1939), Thursday 8 December 1932

The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 – 1939), Thursday 8 December 1932

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Boobook Owl

If they had been Roman, then someone would have

Died every night for months on end as the Boobook

Owl’s chime coursed through the evening like a late

Night telephone call’s bad news. Metronome regular,

The beat of its hoot shelled them relentlessly, enfilading

Their ears from the patch of remnant blue gums across

Waghorn Street. The book book of its mournful cry, as if

It was a trapped sailor in an air pocket of a capsized ship,

Beating a morse code tattoo with a leaden wrench. Inside

Its tree’s iron hull, the school ruler long bird received the

Suburb’s dying souls nightly, like an apprehensive mother

Drawing up her child’s medicine in a feather light syringe.

When he heard it, fear suckled their young son who forbade

The repetition of its summons & shrieked if he heard its call.

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To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love.

German

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   One of the greatest artifices the devil uses to engage men in 
   vice and debauchery is to fasten names of contempt on certain 
   virtues and thus fill weak souls with a foolish fear of passing 
   for scrupulous should they desire to put them in practice. 

                                                              Pascal

 

 

Alcohol removes inhibitions – like that scared little mouse who got drunk and shook his whiskers and shouted: “Now bring on that damn cat!”

– Eleanor Early

http://www.my-alcoholic-addict.com/humor.html

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Most people aren’t appreciated enough, and the bravest things we do in our lives are usually known only to ourselves. No one throws ticker tape on the man who chose to be faithful to his wife, on the lawyer who didn’t take the drug money.

– Peggy Noonan

“When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport; when the tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity.”

~George Bernard Shaw

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“I applied my reason at every moment. Reason is excellent for getting food, clothing and shelter. Reason is the very best tool kit. Nothing beats reason for keeping tigers away. But be excessively reasonable and you risk throwing out the universe with the bathwater.”

― Yann Martel, Life of Pi

A quiet thought that no one hears, Cries for help with hopeless tears.

 

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“A picnic. Picture a forest, a country road, a meadow. Cars drive off the country road into the meadow, a group of young people get out carrying bottles, baskets of food, transistor radios, and cameras. They light fires, pitch tents, turn on the music. In the morning they leave. The animals, birds, and insects that watched in horror through the long night creep out from their hiding places. And what do they see? Old spark plugs and old filters strewn around… Rags, burnt-out bulbs, and a monkey wrench left behind… And of course, the usual mess—apple cores, candy wrappers, charred remains of the campfire, cans, bottles, somebody’s handkerchief, somebody’s penknife, torn newspapers, coins, faded flowers picked in another meadow.”

― Arkady Strugatsky, Boris Strugatsky, Roadside Picnic

That’s a demon for you. Wants me dead but wants to be sure that he is the one who does me in.”

― Daniel Xiao Wang, Lucid Nightmares

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For many centuries, suicides were treated like criminals by the society.
That is part of the terrible legacy that has come down
into society’s method of handling suicide recovery.
Now we have to fight off the demons that have been
hanging around suicide for centuries.

– Judy Collins

Peace is the first thing the angels sang.

Leo The Great

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He’d been an angel once. He hadn’t meant to Fall. He’d just hung around with the wrong people.”

― Terry Pratchett, Good Omens

 

 

 

 

“Stick ’em wiv arrers’. Stick ’em with knives. ‘an swords, and spears. Stick ’em quick and stick ’em where it ‘urts. But most of all, stick ’em when they’s looking in the other way.”

Gorduz Backstabber, Hobgoblin Chieftain

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“There was a goblin, or a trickster or a warrior. A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos. Nothing could stop it or hold it or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world…”

― Steve Moffat