Everyone has his private tragedy. It’s in the blood now—misfortune, ennui, grief, suicide. The atmosphere is saturated with disaster, frustration, futility. Scratch and scratch—until there’s no skin left. However, the effect on me is exhilarating. Instead of being discouraged or depressed, I enjoy it. I am crying for more and more disasters, for bigger calamities, for grander failures. I want the whole world to be out of whack. I want everyone to scratch himself to death.
Henry Miller: “Tropic of Cancer”
John Eberly
Jun 7, 2016 -
Yes! I am reminded of the line by James Osterberg (aka Iggy Pop): “I just want to play my scratchy records and enjoy my decline with more disasters, more divorce…”
And this: “All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” ― Leo Tolstoy