EMIL CIORAN
In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
Thursday, August 31, 2023
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Tuesday, August 29, 2023
SUZY EDDIE IZZARD
Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens
The twenty-first century is a key century for us on this planet. Either we make a world, where all seven billion people have a fair chance in this century - or forget it. If we can't do this, I don't think we are going to make it as a species. Despair is the fuel of terrorism, and hope is the fuel of civilization, so we have to put more hope into the world than despair. Hatred and separation and building walls is not the way to progress. Going backward is not the way to go forward.
Monday, August 28, 2023
JEAN GENET
The Balcony
Would it perturb you to see things as they are? To gaze at the world tranquilly and accept responsibility for your gaze, whatever it might see?
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JEAN GENET
The Balcony
One can hear all that's going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what's going on in this house.
Daily Painting
Pieter Bruegel the Elder
HUNTERS IN THE SNOW (1565)
The perfect image for when you've had the hottest June on record, the hottest July on record, the hottest August on record, the hottest year on record, and less than half an inch of rain in 70 days ... in NW Oregon. You know, that place you don't want to live (or even visit) because it's so wet and grey.
Sunday, August 27, 2023
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Tuesday, August 22, 2023
SUZY EDDIE IZZARD
Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens
I don’t like the word dysphoria. I refuse to be confused about this. It’s confusing, but I am trying to be not confused. Which is why I made up my own terminology—being in “girl mode” or “boy mode”—it’s how I describe where I am on any given day on that nonbinary continuum of gender identity, a concept that psychiatrists and sociologists and politicians and religious types don’t seem able to explain with any degree of medical or biological certainty why I wish to wear skirts and heels on certain days and trousers on others. I don’t know why, and neither do they. And I suppose, in the end, the why of it really doesn’t matter. It’s just who I am and the way I was born. That’s who a lot of us are and the way a lot of us were born.
Monday, August 21, 2023
There are not many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the stories and visions of their youth; for when as children we learn and dream, we think but half-formed thoughts, and when as men we try to remember, we are dulled and prosaic with the poison of life.
But some of us awake in the night with strange phantasms of enchanted hills and gardens, of fountains that sing in the sun, of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas, of plains that stretch down to sleeping cities of bronze and stone, and of shadowy companies of heroes that ride caparisoned white horses along the edges of thick forests; and then we know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy.