Playing
Ján Cikker
VZKRIESENIE [RESURRECTION] (1962)
Jaroslav Krombholc
Alena Míková, Teodor Srubar, Beno Blachut
Prague National Theatre Chorus and Orchestra
Wednesday, April 9, 2025
WANG WEI
“My Cottage at Deep South Mountain”
In my middle years I love the Dao
and by Deep South Mountain I make my home.
When happy I go alone into the mountains.
Only I understand this joy.
I walk until the water ends, and sit
waiting for the hour when clouds rise.
If I happen to meet an old woodcutter,
I chat with him, laughing and lost to time.
Tuesday, April 8, 2025
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ELAINE EQUI
"Surface Tension"
1.
that feeling
of resignation
that comes
before change
2.
someone calls
and says
she has seen a body
flying through the air
maybe now
isn’t a good time
to talk
3.
fuck shapes
4.
replace the narrative
with another
form of narrative
5.
aping
the lush life
6.
the Hansel and Gretel
basement
the endless supply
of cookies
7.
the rarely seen
pistachio green
8.
privacy
9.
as another form of intimacy
10.
they call that
a sucker punch
11.
when a woman
walks toward you
the way she did
something happens
12.
it’s like mailing a letter
13.
you think of things
as co-ordinates
14.
you replace sleep
with pointing
Monday, April 7, 2025
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JEAN-PAUL SARTRE
Existentialism is a Humanism
A man who belongs to some communist or revolutionary society wills certain concrete ends, which imply the will to freedom, and that freedom is willed in community. We will freedom for freedom's sake, and in and through the particular circumstances. And in thus willing freedom, we discover that it depends entirely upon the freedom of others and that the freedom of others depends upon our own.
Sunday, April 6, 2025
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Saturday, April 5, 2025
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JONATHAN CARROLL
The Marriage of Sticks
One of the reasons why I liked living in Manhattan was that the city would share your mood the moment you walked out the door. If you were in a hurry, everything else was too, even the pigeons. You shared the same speed and sense of urgency to get wherever you were going.
When you had time to kill, it was happy to give you things to look at and do that easily took up whole days. I didn't agree with people who said Manhattan was a cold, indifferent town. Sure it was gruff, but it was also playful and sometimes very funny.
Friday, April 4, 2025
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JEAN-PAUL SARTRE
Characterizations of Existentialism
In a world, man must create his own essence: it is in throwing himself into the world, suffering there, struggling there, that he gradually defines himself ...
Man cannot will unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no other destiny than the one he forges for himself on this earth ...
With despair, true optimism begins: the optimism of the man who expects nothing, who knows he has no rights and nothing coming to him, who rejoices in counting on himself alone and in acting alone for the good of all.
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Thursday, April 3, 2025
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RAY BRADBURY
Thinking is to be a corrective in our life — it’s not supposed to be a center of our life. Living is supposed to be the center of our life, being is supposed to be the center — with correctives around, which hold us like the skin holds our blood and our flesh in. But our skin is not a way of life — the way of living is the blood pumping through our veins, the ability to sense and to feel and to know. And the intellect doesn’t help you very much there — you should get on with the business of living.
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Wednesday, April 2, 2025
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Tuesday, April 1, 2025
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JOSEPH LEWIS
An Atheist Manifesto
You are to make up your mind whether it is to be God or man. Whether you are to be free or a slave. Whether it is to be progress or stagnation.
As long as man loves a phantom in the sky more than he loves his fellow man, there will never be peace upon this earth; so long as man worships a Tyrant as the "Fatherhood of God," there will never be a "Brotherhood of Man."
You must make the choice, you must come to the decision. Is it to be God or Man? Churches or Homes—preparation for death or happiness for the living?
If ever man needed an example of the benefit of the one against the other, he need but read the pages of history for proof of how religion retarded progress and provoked hatred among the children of men.
When theology ruled the world, man was a slave. The people lived in huts and hovels. They were clad in rags and skins; they devoured crusts and gnawed bones; the priests wore garments of silk and satin; carried mitres of gold and precious stones, robbed the poor and lived upon the fat of the land!
Here and there a brave man appeared to question their authority. These martyrs to intellectual emancipation slowly and painfully broke the spell of superstition and ushered in the Age of Reason and the Dawn of Science.
Man became the only god that man can know. He no longer fell upon his knees in fear. He began to enjoy the fruits of his own labor.
He discovered a way to relieve himself from the drudgery of continuous toil; he began to enjoy a few comforts of life—and for the first time upon this earth he found a few moments for happiness. It is far more important to learn how to live than to learn how to pray.
A new day and a new era dawned for him. His labors produced enormous dividends. He looked at the sky for the first time and saw that it was blue! He searched the heavens and found no God. He no longer feared the manifestations of nature.
Monday, March 31, 2025
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Sunday, March 30, 2025
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SAMUEL BECKETT
Molloy
I get up, go out, and everything is changed. The blood drains from my head, the noise of things bursting, merging, avoiding one another, assails me on all sides, my eyes search in vain for two things alike, each pinpoint of skin screams a different message, I drown in the spray of phenomena.
Saturday, March 29, 2025
EDNA O'BRIEN
Girls in Their Wedded Bliss
Oh, God, who does not exist, you hate women, otherwise you'd have made them different. And Jesus, who snubbed your mother, you hate them more. Roaming around all that time with a bunch of men, fishing; and sermons-on-the-mount. Abandoning women. I thought of all the women who had it, and didn't even know when the big moment was, and others saying their rosary with the beads held over the side of the bed, and others saying, “Stop, stop, you dirty old dog,” and others yelling desperately to be jacked right up to their middles, and it often leading to nothing, and them getting up out of bed and riding a poor door knob and kissing the wooden face of a door and urging with foul language, then crying, wiping the knob, and it all adding up to nothing either.
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