American squeeze condiments remind me of defecation.[/b]
Let’s move on…
In November, Trump will win in a Reaganesque landslide, as we all know, because young people, many of them very strident in their views at the dinner table, are not registered, and will not even bother to vote. Sorry, after that, you will have to own American fascism.
Stay tuned.
If you dare.
Sometimes blocking sanctimonious twits is what makes me happy.
So, which ones would you block here?
Dear America: How is that divide-and-rule white supremacist oligarchy thing working out for y’all?
Among other things, like a charm.
Still missing
Robin Williams
And David Bowie
Also Leonard Cohen
Of course that’s more or less obligatory.
No, cashier, I did not “find everything I am looking for.” But you did not mean it as an existential question. I absolve you.
What I am interested in doing is finding and expressing a new form of life.[/b]
Link me to it.
Man must speak, then sing, then dance. The speaking is the brain, the thinking man. The singing is the emotion. The dancing is the Dionysian ecstasy which carries away all.
Not counting the Twist or the Jitterbug of course.
It has taken me years of struggle, hard work and research to learn to make one simple gesture, and I know enough about the art of writing to realize that it would take as many years of concentrated effort to write one simple, beautiful sentence.
Let’s start with yours.
Any intelligent woman who reads the marriage contract, and then goes into it, deserves all the consequences.
Of course that was a century ago. Or doesn’t it matter?
Memories are less tangible than dreams.
I know that mine are.
There are joys so complete, so all perfect, that one should not survive them.
Nothing is more maddening than being questioned by the object of one’s interest about the object of hers, should that object not be you.[/b]
Uh, maybe?
The notion that one can liberate another soul from captivity is an illusion of the very young.
Just another reason why youth is wasted on them.
Human affairs are not serious, but they have to be taken seriously.
You know, in the context of all there is.
The notion that one will not survive a particular catastrophe is, in general terms, a comfort since it is equivalent to abolishing the catastrophe.
In general terms how fucking dumb is that?
Every persisting marriage is based on fear, said Peregrine. Fear is fundamental, you dig down in human nature and what’s at the bottom? Mean spiteful cruel self-regarding fear, whether it makes you to put the foot in it or whether it makes you to cower.
How about every persisting relationship period.
It was like hunting fish with an underwater gun, a sport which he had once been foolish enough to try. At one moment there is the fish - graceful, mysterious, desirable and free - and the next moment there is nothing but struggling and blood and confusion.
… for the modern soul, for which it is mere child’s play to bridge oceans and continents, there is nothing so impossible as to find the contact with the souls dwelling just around the corner. [/b]
Next up: the postmodern soul.
… we engage in politics because we don’t know anything. This is clearly revealed in the way we go about it. Our parties exist from a fear of theory. The voter fears that one idea can always be contradicted by another. Therefore the parties reciprocally defend themselves against the few old ideas they have inherited. They don’t live from what they promise, but from frustrating the promises of others.
You know, in a roundabout way.
‘True’ and ‘false’ are the evasions of people who never want to arrive at a decision.
Unless, of course, they mean it.
Life is to blame for everything.
If only so far.
Life forms a surface that acts as if it could not be otherwise, but under its skin things are pounding and pulsing.
So, don’t be fooled. By yours, for example.
…there is a particular propensity in the world for people, wherever they appear in great numbers, to permit themselves collectively everything that would be forbidden them individually.
A mistake is always forgivable, rarely excusable and always unacceptable. [/b]
You know, if you ever actually make one.
There are no mistakes, save one: the failure to learn from a mistake.
You know, if you ever actually make one.
When music appears which only King Crimson can play, then, sooner or later, King Crimson appears to play the music.
On the other hand, how could that not be true?
Understanding is simple. Knowing is complicated.
Why do smart people still say things like this?
To me, art is the capacity to experience one’s innocence: craft is how you get to that point. Maturity in a musician would be the point at which one is innocent at will. At that point the relationship between music and the musician is direct and reliable. The relationship with music is always mysterious: when it works, you can never tell. You can never guarantee when it’s going to work. You can only to put yourself in a place where it’s more likely to happen.
A classic example of trying to talk about music.
We know others to the extent that we know ourselves.
I know what you’re thinking: What if that’s actually true?
If you don’t have a basis on which to make the choice, then you don’t have a style at all. You have a series of accidents.
Let’s make that applicable here.
I’m interested in what happens to music when other people use it. Whereas there are composers who don’t like anyone to touch their music, I think people should because they do things I can’t think of.
Let’s make that applicable here.
It doesn’t need to be imagined, it needs to be written down.
And then posted of course.
What came to me as a revelation was the use of rhythm in developing an overall structure in music.
You know, depending on the context.
If you remember your lineage, you will never feel lonely.
On the other hand, I never feel lonely and I abandoned mine.
America: where a black man can’t take a knee on a football field for thirty seconds, but a white cop can take a knee on his neck for eight minutes.[/b]
A political prejudice?
I have lost control of the situation.
Up there or down here?
I should probably wrap this up.
Okay, by you?
Sarah Hegazi is here in heaven as My new Vice-President in Charge of Rainbows.
Fuck every last one of you who drove her here.
I’m sick and tired of the media being biased against Donald Trump just because he’s a fucking piece of shit.
Let’s make sense of this.
I’m done with America and looking for a new country to bless.
Could it be yours?
Reply with your pitch.
Winning nation receives My eternal bounty forever and ever.
Second-place wins a set of steak knives.
Christian faith, as I understand it, is not primarily a matter of signing on for the proposition that there exists a Supreme Being, but the kind of commitment made manifest by a human being at the end of his tether, foundering in darkness, pain, and bewilderment, who nevertheless remains faithful to the promise of a transformative love. [/b]
Sure, why not.
When one emphasizes, as Jacques Derrida once remarked, one always overemphasizes.
Among others, that would be me, right?
Like all the best radical positions, then, mine is a thoroughly traditionalist one.
Let’s explain this. To me for example.
Ivory towers are as rare as bowling alleys in tribal cultures.
No shopping malls either.
It is false to believe that the sun revolves around the earth, but it is not absurd.
That is true, isn’t it?
The government spokesman announces that there is no truth in the charges of widespread corruption within the Cabinet; nobody believes him; he knows that nobody believes him, we know that he knows it, and he knows it too.
I wasn’t aware that words could hold so much. I didn’t know a sentence could be so full.[/b]
Not unlike many here, he harrumphed.
His dad had told him many times that the definition of a real man is one who cries without shame, reads poetry with his heart, feels opera in his soul, and does what’s necessary to defend a woman.
Of course we know better. It’s just plain unnatural.
Why should the injured, the still bleeding, bear the onus of forgiveness?
Survival of the fittest?
There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot.
Not counting those who can take them or leave them.
She knew the years of isolation had altered her behavior until she was different from others, but it wasn’t her fault she’d been alone. Most of what she knew, she’d learned from the wild. Nature had nurtured, tutored, and protected her when no one else would.
Not many like that still around.
Time ensures children never know their parents young.
The dancer of the future will be one whose body & soul have grown so harmoniously together that the natural language of the soul will have become the movement of the body. [/b]
Nope, not yet. Right?
The Dance of the Future will have to become again a high religious art as it was with the Greeks. For art which is not religious is not art, it is mere merchandise
Nope, not yet. Right?
If I could explain, I wouldn’t need to dance!
So, what’s our excuse?
One might say that the American trend of education is to reduce the senses almost to nil.
Of what need are senses to the wage slave?
I would rather live in Russia on black bread and vodka than in the United States at the best hotels. America knows nothing of food, love or art.
Of course she was born and raised in California.
What one has not experienced, one will never understand in print.
If my detractors knew me better they would hate me even more.[/b]
Now that’s the spirit.
When you beat up someone physically, you get excercise and stress relief; when you assault him verbally on the Internet, you just harm yourself.
Now that’s the spirit?
The characteristic feature of the loser is to bemoan, in general terms, mankind’s flaws, biases, contradictions, and irrationality — without exploiting them for fun and profit.
Starting now, okay?
My biggest problem with modernity may lie in the growing separation of the ethical and the legal.
Also, you can learn to exploit this “for fun and profit.”
My best definition of a nerd: someone who asks you to explain an aphorism.
Wow. That’s not even in my own top ten.
A good maxim allows you to have the last word without even starting a conversation.
…to be understood is not a human right. Even to understand oneself is not a human right.[/b]
Okay, what’s the Bible say?
Of course men play roles, but women play roles too, blanker ones. They have, in the play of life, fewer good lines.
Let’s count them.
He was a sociologist; he had got into an intellectual muddle early on in life and never managed to get out.
Well, they don’t call them the “soft sciences” for nothing.
Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.
You tell me.
As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragility.
