I thought Erica Jong's Fear of Flying was one of the biggest pieces of crap that I've ever read in my life.
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Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.
Erica Jong in Fear of Flying (1973)
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Piece Of Crap (Eddie Vedder & Ministry) (White Label Demo)
Neil Young) (various dates)
Tried to save the trees, bought a plastic bag
The bottom fell out, it was a piece 'a crap...piece of crap...
Wanted an LP, only had CD's
Digitally clean, it was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
Bought myself a can, thought it'd take me far
The dealer was a liar, he was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
Got it from my friend, on him you can depend
I found out in the end, it was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
I'm trying to save the trees, I saw it on TV
They cut the forest down to build a piece of crap...piece of crap...
Picked up a magazine to read about the scene
It didn't tell me beans, it was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
I went back to the store, they gave me four more
The guy told me at the door it was a piece of crap...
It was a piece of crap
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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I have accepted fear as a part of life - specifically the fear of change... I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back.
quote by Erica Jong
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Erica Kane
[verse:1]
Shes back on the street her fear for night
Feel you with grief she cuts like a knife
Beck you the things that no others could do
She turns a profess into a fool
Oh she aint hard to get the girl gets around
Those that she met their distant to drown
Shell make ya change like you like you never believe
She turns a working man into theif
Oh
[chorus:]
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica (erica kane)
Shes erica erica erica erica (yo yo)
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica erica
Shes erica erica erica(erica kane)
Oh back on the block shes at it again
Shell be your friend as long as you spend
I know she torn whole familes apart
She shoot a posion arrow straight threw your heart
Oh this is the day for erica kane
Theres nothing to lose none for her gain
Shell make a honest man steal from his folks
And drain a million man until he go broke
[chorus x2]
[bridge:]
I really dont think you should mess around
Cause all shell do is bring you down
And theres nothing for you to gain
And she goes by this name...
[chorus x2]
song performed by by Aaliyah
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I have not ceased being fearful, but I have ceased to let fear control me. I have accepted fear as a part of life--specifically the fear of change, the fear of the unknown and I have gone ahead despite the pounding in my heart that says turn back, turn back, you'll die if you venture too far.
quote by Erica Jong
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Take your life in your own hands and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.
quote by Erica Jong
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You take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.
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Take your life in your own hands and what happens A terrible thing no one to blame.
quote by Erica Jong
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Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.
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A book burrows into your life in a very profound way because the experience of reading is not passive.
quote by Erica Jong
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A book burrows into your life in a very profound way because the experience of reading is not passive.
Erica Jong in O Magazine (2003)
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Flight to Catalina
On a darkening planet
speeding
toward our death,
we pierce a rosy cloud
& hit clean air,
we glide above
the red infernal smog,
we leave the mammon city
far behind.
Here - where the air is clear
as nothing,
where cactus pads
are prickly as stars,
where buffalo chips
are gilded by the sun
& the moon tastes like a peppermint-
we land.
'Have we flown to heaven?'
I inquired
(& meant it).
The airport was a leveled
mountaintop.
We took the cloudbank
at a tilt
& bumped the runway
just ten degrees from crashing,
certain death.
If I'm to die, God,
let me die flying!
Fear is worse than death-
I know that now.
The cloudbanks of my life
have silver linings.
Beyond them:
cactus pads,
clear earth,
dear sky.
poem by Erica Jong
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What You Need to Be A Writer
After the college
reading,
the eager
students gather.
They ask me
what you need
to be a writer
& I, feeling flippant,
jaunty
(because
I am wearing
an 18th century
dress
& think
myself in love
again),
answer:
'Mazel,
dete rmination,
talent, & true
grit.'
I even
believe it-
looking
as I do
like an
advertisement
for easy
success-
designer dress,
sly smile
on my lips
& silver boots
from
Oz.
Suppose
they saw me
my eyes
swollen
like sponges,
my hand
shaking
with betrayal,
my fear
rampant
in the dark?
Suppose they saw
the fear
of never
writing,
the fear
of being
alone,
the money fear,
the fear fear,
the fear
of succumbing
to fear?
& then there's all
I did
not say:
to be
a writer
what you need
is
something
to say:
something
that burns
like a hot coal
in your gut
something
that pounds
like a pump
in your groin
& the courage
to love
like a wound
that never
heals.
poem by Erica Jong
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Flying at Forty
You call me
courageous,
I who grew up
gnawing on books,
as some kids
gnaw
on bubble gum,
who married disastrously
not once
but three times,
yet have a lovely daughter
I would not undo
for all the dope
in California.
Fear was my element,
fear my contagion.
I swam in it
till I became
immune.
The plane takes off
& I laugh aloud.
Call me courageous.
I am still alive.
poem by Erica Jong
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She Leaps
She leaps into the alien heart
of the passerby, the drunk,
the girl who spouts Freudian talk
over Szechuan food.
She is part herself,
part everyone.
'Thank you for writing the story of my life,'
her mash notes read.
& 'Can you tell me how to leave my husband?'
& 'Can you tell me how to find a husband?'
& 'Can you tell me how to write,
or how to feel,
or how to save my life?'
She knows nothing
but how to leap.
She has no answers for herself
or anyone.
One foot after another,
she flies through the air. . . .
She leaps over cracks
& breaks
her father's back.
poem by Erica Jong
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Solitude is un-American.
quote by Erica Jong
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Mah Jong
A third floor walk-up...
One block east of chinatown.
She walked by my window,
While the rain is pouring down.
Looking in she sees the easy money life everywhere
And its clear she dont approve.
(and its clear she dont approve)
Through a cloud of smoke I shoot a little smile over there.
And I .........
She dont mah jong, mah jong she dont play.
She dont mah jong, wait she dont let me wait.
She dont mah jong, mah jong she dont play.
But she loves to play ....
With the dark eyes burning,
I am opening the wall.
Can there be no other chance?
I feel my fortunes turning,
And I wish for nothing else at all.
Looking up I see her signal with her fingers through her hair
Telling me the hands are clean.
On the .......... I turn a dragon tail into a pair.
And the game is over.
She dont mah jong, mah jong she dont play.
She dont mah jong, wait she dont let me wait.
She dont mah jong, mah jong she dont play.
Though I dont obey her,
Still she loves to play her
(repeat chorus)
A tree blows up
From where the lanterns light the parlors on the street
.... waiting at the .....
And though there are not many things a pawn would ....
Ill beat.
We enjoyed the difference.
She dont mah jong, mah jong she dont play
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song performed by by Chicago
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Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.
quote by Erica Jong
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He who can take advice is sometimes superior to him who can give it.
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Gossip is the opiate of the oppressed.
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