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a wounded animal
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is what you choose as coat leak-proof and does it salvage the radiance?
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first 3 sentences of the book & he's already swinging
"There are relatively few people who are capable of understanding, purely in terms of music, what music has to say. The assumption that a piece of music must summon up images of one sort or another, and that if these are absent the piece of music has not been understood or is worthless, is as widespread as only the false and banal can be. Nobody expects such a thing from any other art, but rather contents himself with the effects of its material, although in the other arts the material-subject, the represented object, automatically presents itself to the limited power of comprehension of the intellectually mediocre." from Style & Idea by Arnold Schoenberg
January 21, 2026 at 11:00 PM
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youtube comments @markpx says: When we contrast this with somebody like Stockhausen or Varese we see that Feldman's contribution to modern music, by slowing everything down, minimizing the levels of volume, and removing dramatic flourishes, is the ablity to make sound stand on its own and enter our ears without the conventional crutches of gestural fanfare, virtuosity or aggression. We are attentive to every cluster of notes, every tiny variation in the melodic patterns, without being concerned about, and not in the least bit missing, the presence of harmonic progression, modulation, resolution, or any of the other traditional ways harmony and melody are shaped and expressed. @bookofsounds014 replies that's why I listen at 2x speed
January 4, 2026 at 1:10 AM
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dylan thomas
Holy Spring O Out of a bed of love When that immortal hospital made one more move to soothe The cureless counted body, And ruin and his causes Over the barbed and shooting sea assumed an army And swept into our wounds and houses, I climb to greet the war in which I have no heart but only That one dark I owe my light, Call for confessor and wiser mirror but there is none To glow after the god stoning night And I am struck as lonely as a holy maker by the sun No Praise that the spring time is all Gabriel and radiant shrubbery as the morning grows joyful Out of the woebegone pyre And the multitude's sultry tear turns cool on the weeping wall, My arising prodigal Sun the father his quiver full of the infants of pure fire, But blessed be hail and upheaval That uncalm still it is sure alone to stand and sing Alone in the husk of man's home And the mother and toppling house of the holy spring, If only for a last time.
December 30, 2025 at 7:04 PM
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the 1790s... a time of such grace & poise... of such high culture...
December 20, 2025 at 6:34 AM
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All this, and much more, she had accepted, for, after all, living does mean accepting the loss of one joy after another, not even joys in her case, mere possibilities of improvement. She thought of the recurrent waves of pain that for some reason or other she and her husband had had to endure; of the in visible giants hurting her boy in some unimaginable fashion; of the incalculable amount of tenderness contained in the world; of the fate of this tenderness, which is either crushed or wasted, or transformed into madness; of neglected children humming to themselves in unswept corners; of beautiful weeds that cannot hide from the farmer.
December 20, 2025 at 4:32 AM
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Habituated against attending to the world with patience and care, we are more likely to experience the world as a mute accumulation of inert things to be merely used or consumed as our needs dictate. And this experience in turn reinforces the disinclination to attend to the world with appropriate patience and care. Looking and failing to see, we mistakenly conclude there was nothing to see.
December 19, 2025 at 1:09 AM
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AH: In reviewing the reasons why Serge chose to remain a Bolshevik for so long, past the Kronstadt rebellion, past the persecution of the anarchists, you advise us not to discount the desire to win, finally, after so many years of failure. There is an incredible amount of failure in Serge’s story, compounded by your new information about how much he came to alienate his comrades-in-exile in Mexico. Is there any point in his life that looks like victory to you?
December 18, 2025 at 9:30 PM
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December 7, 2025 at 1:44 AM
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December 4, 2025 at 8:18 AM
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if you see this, quote with a pic from your gallery to describe your mental health.
"mom, have you ever noticed tbat every room is filled with blood?" "Oh my god, Karen, do you really think you're the first to notice that everu room is filled with blood? Grow up."
December 2, 2025 at 1:19 AM
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DO YOU *RELLY NEED A.I. TO CONVINCE YOU TO KILL YOURSELF THIS IS JERK OFF INSTRUCTION ALL OVER AGAIN
November 29, 2025 at 2:37 AM
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"One must not forget that basically the scientific cast of mind is more God-oriented than the aesthetic mind, ready to submit to “Him” the moment “He” deigns to show Himself under the conditions it prescribes for recognizing Him, while our aesthetes, confronted with His manifestation, would find only that His talent was not original and that His view of the world was not sufficiently intelligible to rank Him with really God-given talents." from The Man Without Qualities by Robert Musil.yes im still reading it no i havent gotten very far ^_^
November 15, 2025 at 8:01 AM
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meme my wife made :)
November 11, 2025 at 3:01 AM
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spotted in florence oregon — but the touristy bit, so don't get yer hopes up ya filthy coasters
a smear covered sticker that says "The GLOBAL WORKING CLASS will RISE UP to OVERTURN CAPITALISM-IMPERIALISM"; too surprised seeing it in Florence to pick at the wording, but lets be honest theyre probably maoists
November 10, 2025 at 5:51 AM
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November 10, 2025 at 5:40 AM
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November 9, 2025 at 7:30 AM
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Evening: cold winter wind along the walls of the chapel. Not howling, not mourning, not dismal. Can there be anything mournful about wind? It is innocent, and without sorrow. It has no regrets. Wind is a strong child enjoying his play, amazed at his own strength, gentle, inexhaustible, and pure. He burnishes the dry snow, throwing clouds of it against the building. The wind has no regrets. The chapel is very cold. Two die-hard novices remain there alone, kneeling both upright, very still, no longer even pretending to enjoy or to understand anything.
November 1, 2025 at 5:59 AM
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how is anybody taking this article seriously
So where were the gooners? A few seconds’ research revealed their home base: Discord, a social messaging platform not unlike Slack, offering a multiverse of chat-room servers accessible by invitation. If Instagram was where millennials went to post infographics about racial disparities in income and policing, Discord was where zoomers went to swap the screeds of lesser-known school shooters. Or to talk about gaming. Or whatever zoomers did.
October 24, 2025 at 2:26 AM
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rilke
Flower of the deeper soil, loved by all roots, you, Eurydice's sisters, full of holy return behind the ascending man. We, afflicted by ourselves, gladly afflicting, gladly needing to be afflicted. We, who sleep with our anger laid beside us like a knife. You, who are almost protection where no one protects. The thought of you is a shade-giving tree of sleep for the restless creatures of a solitary man.
October 18, 2025 at 2:16 AM
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laura riding
MEANWHILE Equally dismal rain and sunshine— If the hours are hours of waiting To say for certain: you, and I. Happily there is this sure we, Happily there is this love, This chosen ambiguity, Until the weather knows its mind. Meanwhile this to-day, To succeed never beyond the weather— Until it climates death, That double clarity Of difference.
September 12, 2025 at 9:39 PM
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(quoted in Alexander Livingston's 'Damn Great Empires!' bio of W James)
and Max Stirner.²⁷ “I am getting to be more and more of an anarchist myself in my ideas,” he reports to Pauline Goldmark in 1903, “though when it comes to applying them to life I am helpless” (C 10:191). He ex­ pressed “strongest sympathy” for “Tolstoi-​ anism” as “surely the best life” to one of his anarchist interlocutors, while admitting his admiration for Kropotkin as “the most ideal man” after reading his Memoires of a Revolutionist (C 9:551, 451). And in his most shocking and troubling flirta­ tion with anarchism, James goes so far as to privately celebrate the assas­ sination of President William McKinley at the hands of the anarchist Leon Czolgosz in 1901. He exclaims to Katherine Sands Godkin, “Czolgosz has been our great deliverer! You’ve no idea how it lightens the atmosphere to have that type of being gone!—​ I mean the McK. type!” (C 10:7).
September 6, 2025 at 6:53 PM
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literally who else did it like adorno
not typing all this out on my phone because my service is rly limited & will probably be gone by the time i type the whole thing. but its adorno talking about how running expresses terror, walking is bourgeois, & so on.
August 28, 2025 at 4:27 AM
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3Eu...
photo of a statue of christ on the cross, above graves but below trees & the setting sun
August 28, 2025 at 4:21 AM
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marina tsvetaeva
I – am. You – will be. An abyss between us. I drink. You thirst. In vain, we try to agree. Ten years between us. – God builds no bridges. Be! – that's my commandment! Let me pass, So that my breath doesn't hinder your growth. I – am. You – will be. Ten springs from now, You'll say: - I am! – and I will say: - once was...
August 23, 2025 at 12:19 AM