Dream Poetry Visions
Dream Poetry Visions
Guillermo Del Toro’s Words To Live & Write By: “If You Get Bored With Nothing To Do, You Are Not A Writer”: “We Are In The Business Of Reproducing Reality Fom Nothing. We Are The Biggest Lars In The World, Seeking Truth.”

"If you get bored with nothing to do, you are not a writer": Guillermo del Toro's words to live by“I’m going to sit, because I’m fat. I hope you’re drinking stuff,” Guillermo del Toro said as he took the stage at Portland’s Baghdad Theater & Pub. Ostensibly he was there to read from his new book… but he digressed.

What really happened was this: del Toro talked about his book for like 10 minutes, then opened it up to questions for the next hour or two, talking about everything from the book (conceived “before vampires were teenybopper dreams”), to how the Hellboy comics saved his life while he was shooting Mimic, to Hitchcock (did you know he wrote a book on Hitchcock? Me neither).


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Genius. I especially liked the part about humans being spiritual animals in need of totems & the benefits of naming things & treating the world as if it was alive & magic.

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Leonard Cohen - The Partisan (Live) Isle of Wight Festival 1970

“What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock. Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.”
- Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers (1966)

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