Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints.
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land And on the strangest sea, Yet never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
Hang ideas! They are tramps, vagabonds, knocking at the back-door of your mind, each taking a little of your substance, each carrying away some crumb of that belief in a few simple notions you must cling to if you want to live decently and would like to die easy!
I come from a generation that suffered school lessons in portacabins and crumbling hospitals. I tell you one thing, for the eighteen years they were in power the Tories did nothing to fix the roof when the sun was shining.
All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.
The year goes wrong, and tares grow strong, Hope starves without a crumb;
But God's time is our harvest time, And that is sure to come.
I'd begun reading Crumb shortly before that, and other underground stuff, so that was an influence to some degree. Of course the Marvel and DC comics, they had been my main interests in my teenage years.
The crumbling establishment needs fertile young minds more than young people need the establishment.
Watching everyone root through their psyche, it just delights me. Especially R. Crumb's stuff.