May 2012
37 posts
LOVE WON'T SAVE US: from Death, Is AllWho wants to... →
ahuntersheart: from Death, Is All Who wants to believe death’s just another life inside a box… I don’t want that to be it. Or some kind of poem you can never find your way out of! And sometimes I think I nod at the true death: when from a moving train I see a house in the morning sun and it casts a shadow on the ground, an inquiry and I think “Crisp inquiry” & go on to work, perfumed of...
May 12th
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May 10th
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“This combination is sometimes called ‘wave-particle duality’ or by...”
– Daniel Styer, from The Strange World of Quantum Mechanics
May 9th
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“Are you healthy? No—heart, sleep, digestion.”
– Franz Kafka, from Diaries 1914-1923 tr. Martin Greenberg with cooperation of Hannah Arendt
May 8th
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“Finally, I am getting older, any change becomes more and more difficult. But in...”
– Franz Kafka, from Diaries 1914-1923 tr. Martin Greenberg with cooperation of Hannah Arendt
May 8th
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May 7th
“This is the great lesson the depressive learns: Nothing in the world is...”
– Thomas Ligotti, The Conspiracy Against the Human Race (via adumbrations)
May 4th
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April 2012
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“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its...”
– Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (via mianoti)
Apr 30th
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Apr 30th
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kairosclerosis
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
Apr 29th
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Apr 28th
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this room and everything in it: Pilgrimage →
Pilgrimage I’m tired of monotheism. I, for one, for many, prefer the cockroach emerging from the ivy, reading the night with quivering antennae, the fat rattlesnake that turned me back out of the canyon’s rocky throat, presences in a hallway of willows. Yesterday we scrubbed slippery, clayish mud from the season’s first potatoes, their irregular roundnesses all the psalms my palms...
Apr 28th
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“You cannot love the truth and the world. But you have already chosen. The...”
– Michel Houellebecq — whole text here (via mianoti)
Apr 27th
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Apr 27th
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Time Immemorial.: […] but when all has been done... →
timeimmemorial: […] but when all has been done that can be done these questions will remain—What do you think of yourself? What do you think of the world? Are you a mere machine, and is your consciousness, as has been said, a mere resultant? Is the world a mere fact suggesting nothing beyond itself worth thinking about? These are questions with which all must deal as it seems good to them. They...
Apr 27th
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