The poets are supposed to liberate the words – not chain them in phrases. Who told the poets they were supposed to think? Poets are meant to sing and to make words sing. Writers don't own their words. Since when… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
I could easily blast so much keef night and day I become a bouhali; a real-gone crazy, a holy untouchable madman unto whom everything… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
You should never do two things. You should hammer one nail all your life, and I didn't do that; I hammered on a lot… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
What are we here for? Does the great metaphysical nut revolve around that? Well, I'll crack it for you, right now. What are we… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
When ya gotta goNow we know what we are here for. We are not here to love fear and serve any old bearded but… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
I enjoy inventing things out of fun. After all, life is a game, not a career. — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
The resulting texts always took a narrative term, enigmatic at first but ultimately explicit and often premonitory. The semantic distribution of these basic elements… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
As no two people see the world the same way, all trips from here to there are imaginary; all truth is a tale I… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody. "Your very own words," indeed ! And who are you? — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
Of course the sands of Present Time are running out from under our feet. And why not? The Great Conundrum: 'What are we here… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
The poets are supposed to liberate the words – not chain them in phrases. Who told the poets they were supposed to think? Poets… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
“some trillions of years ago a sloppy, dirty giant flicked grease from his fingers. One of those gobs of grease is our universe on… — Brion Gysin Copy Share Image
