I have been in this place, not to long ago, though not in such a literate state. This quote allowed me showed me a way to laugh at myself. When I laugh at myself, I am able to let some go of those pretensions that keep me bound to one path, when many paths are available. In my darker moments, I relate to this, but upon reading it, I laugh and the darkness clears a little. I can see other ways to be me.
Enrique Vila-Matas: Quote of the Day!
Originally posted on alien ecologies:
A while ago, when I was shaving, I looked in the mirror and did not recognize myself. The radical loneliness of these last few days is turning me into someone else. Nevertheless, I am enjoying the anomaly, the deviation, the monstrosity of myself as an isolated individual. I derive a certain pleasure from being unfriendly, from swindling life, from adopting the posture of literature’s radical non-hero (which is to say from playing at being like the cast of these footnotes), from observing life and seeing that the poor thing lacks a life of its own.
I looked in the mirror and did not recognize myself. Then I fell to thinking about what Baudelaire used to say, that the real hero is he who keeps himself amused. I looked in the mirror again and detected a certain resemblance to Watt, Samuel Beckett’s reclusive character. Like Watt, I could be described in…
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Tilda Swinton can read anything for me anytime she wants to. I would even listen to 50 Shades of Gray or Ayn Rand, if she would only breathe her magic into them. How does a woman enter poetry and live it with her voice? Like This.
“They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.” – Mexican Proverb
“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.” – Samuel Beckett
“Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place.” – The Red Queen from “Through the Looking Glass” by Lewis Carrol
“Let’s not pretend that things will change if we keep doing the same things. A crisis can be a real blessing to any person, to any nation. For all crises bring progress. Creativity is born from anguish. Just like the day is born form the dark night. It’s in crisis that inventive is born, as well as discoveries, and big strategies. He who overcomes crisis, overcomes himself, without getting overcome.
He who blames his failure to a crisis neglects his own talent, and is more respectful to problems than to solutions. Incompetence is the true crisis. The greatest inconvenience of people and nations is the laziness with which they attempt to find the solutions to their problems. There’s no challenge without a crisis. Without challenges, life becomes a routine, a slow agony. There’s no merits without crisis. It’s in the crisis where we can show the very best in us. Without a crisis, any wind becomes a tender touch.
To speak about a crisis is to promote it. Not to speak about it is to exalt conformism. Let us work hard instead. Let us stop, once and for all, the menacing crisis that represents the tragedy of not being willing to overcome it.”
– Albert Einstein (1879-1955)
She is so badass she cuts his head off and doesn’t even get any blood on her. Here are some brilliant, scary and weird illustrations of Judith in action or soon after the deed.
The look on her face says it all, “No fear, just deal with it, whatever it is”. The maid is pretty handy with a basket as well.
She’s not sure if she’s doing it right. She’s not stopping. Maybe she is just making sure the blood doesn’t mess up her very sweet white top which she will never be able to replace since she got it half off. Dude, just die already.
“Yeah, so what? I cut his head off. Anything else you need done right?”
In this one she looks tired and bored. He looks like he was saying be careful with that sword sweetheart. The maid in this one looks a little concerned like she is going to make sure she folds the towels right from now on.
I have really no idea what to say about this except Gustav you are a very strange man with a keen eye for the use of decoration and the visual aesthetic of a certain female body type. I have no idea what this has to do with a female assassin, but I guess that is a man’s head in lower left corner. The look on her face says she is enjoying this way too much.
The Importance of Survival, Questioning the Obvious and The Rejection of Complicity in the Madness: We Need to Think About These Things.
Even in this place one can survive, and therefore one must want to survive, to tell the story, to bear witness; and that to survive we must force ourselves to save at least the skeleton, the scaffolding, the form of civilization. We are slaves, deprived of every right, exposed to every insult, condemned to certain death, but we still possess one power, and we must defend it with all our strength for it is the last— the power to refuse our consent.
– Primo Levi, Survival in Aushwitz
At the threshold of a new century the big question to which we, their descendants, will have to find an answer is whether the only choice open to humans is that between Big Brothers mark one and two: whether the inclusion/exclusion game is the only way in which human life in common may be conducted and the only conceivable form our shared world may take – be given – as a result.
– Zygmunt Bauman, Wasted Lives: Modernity and Its Outcasts
These quotes from Dark Ecologies
Mario Savio: Sproul Hall Steps, December 2, 1964
Patriotism and Nationalism and business as usual are killing our earth and robbing us of a peaceful planet that will sustain all life. Some passionate thinking, articulate witnessing, and inclusive action are needed to get us out of this mess.
human dignity cannot be taken away by the government. Slaves did not lose their dignity (any more than they lost their humanity) because the government allowed them to be enslaved. Those held in internment camps did not lose their dignity because the government confined them. And those denied governmental benefits certainly do not lose their dignity because the government denies them those benefits. The government cannot bestow dignity, and it cannot take it away.
What in the hell does this crap have to do with treating people fairly under the law, and this from a man who left the shores of dignity for some weird island of thought where governments of, by and for the people don’t have to give a damn about 99.9 % of the people, a supposedly well educated man who cannot see the injustice in inhumanity. Who the hell gives a damn about dignity if nobody is looking out for each other. I say to hell with dignity, give me compassion and empathy and justice instead.
How have I never heard of this guy before. His life and his music are one. He has lived his music. That can’t be a bad way to move along with this living thing.
Here is Chris Smither talking about his life as a musician and some great songs he wrote.
Originally posted on The Immortal Jukebox:
‘Somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail,
Bouncing over a white cloud – killing the blues’. (Roly Salley)
‘I been left for dead before – but I still fight on
Don’t wait up – Leave the light on, I’ll be home soon’. (Chris Smither)
In the late 1950s and early 1960s groups of earnest, intense young men in the great academic institutions of America began to develop what can only be called an obsession with Afro-American blues music which had been recorded in the pre war period.
Names like Son House, Mississippi John Hurt and Skip James began to take on a hallowed and mythical status. As they endlessly played the few records they could find of these mystery figures from the 1920s and 1930s (to the despair of their room and dorm mates) they wondered: could it be that some 30 or more years after…
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