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'Totalitarianism replaces all first-rate talents with crackpots and fools whose lack of intelligence and creativity is still the best guarantee of their loyalty.'
From "The Origins of Totalitarianism" (1951)
'Totalitarianism replaces all first-rate talents with crackpots and fools whose lack of intelligence and creativity is still the best guarantee of their loyalty.'
From "The Origins of Totalitarianism" (1951)
Oil and acrylic on canvas
Oil and acrylic on canvas
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
-W. H. Auden
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
-W. H. Auden
Why not do something about this?
Why not do something about this?
Oils and acrylic on canvas
(Prints available.)
Oils and acrylic on canvas
(Prints available.)
And corrections never remove the original contamination, it's an attempt to stem the metaphorical bleeding and hope for the best. 11/
And corrections never remove the original contamination, it's an attempt to stem the metaphorical bleeding and hope for the best. 11/
In 2026 I have a novella coming out from Tor! You can preorder it!
us.macmillan.com/books/978125...
In 2026 I have a novella coming out from Tor! You can preorder it!
us.macmillan.com/books/978125...
What if we supported curiosity instead of information overload?
“Idea machine.” Good god, people.
What if we supported curiosity instead of information overload?
“Idea machine.” Good god, people.
The verye next daye ther came a wolf
Wyth sinews of whispers - quiet as frost -
And the wolf stole myne hearte, fled
To a tower out of tyme biyonde all the stars.
Seek now myne hearte,
Return it within a yeare and a daye:
Thys ys thy queste
Fayle not
The verye next daye ther came a wolf
Wyth sinews of whispers - quiet as frost -
And the wolf stole myne hearte, fled
To a tower out of tyme biyonde all the stars.
Seek now myne hearte,
Return it within a yeare and a daye:
Thys ys thy queste
Fayle not
The longest nighte
Welcome, sun
Welcome, lighte
The longest nighte
Welcome, sun
Welcome, lighte
with only potage and pea soup and coarse dark bread and lean
scraps of bacon and dull, cheap dishes like peas-on-a-stick...
The new #audiobook of #folktale Reynard the Fox, by @annelouiseavery.bsky.social @bodleian.ox.ac.uk 🦊
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