January 2010
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“Stopping the diary
Was a stun to memory,
Was a blank starting,
One no longer...”
– Philip Larkin, “Forget What Did”
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Howard Zinn: On Human Nature and Aggression →
Years ago, people like Howard Zinn made me want to become a historian. They still make me want to keep trying. I love this video. I love this idea that war and violence and not part of human…
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Howard Zinn, historian who challenged status quo,... →
RIP Howard Zinn
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Naked Eyes - Always Something There To Remind...
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WatchI’m seriously considering creating a No More Women club. It’s the best game ever.
I never thought I'd be a humanist. →
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“I have been dull to-day, haunted by the thought of how much there is that I...”
– George Gissing, The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft, XVI: (via Laudator Temporis Acti) (via my-ear-trumpet)
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“Glory weighs like a precious burden,
Reputation like a fever,
Love wearies,...”
– Fernando Pessoa
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And Melacholy marked him for her own
[…]
Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray;
Along the cool sequester’d vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenour of their way.
Yet e’en these bones from insult to protect
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck’d,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
...
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The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark…
…Turn down the daily noise and at first there is the relief of silence. And then, very quietly, as quiet as light, meaning returns. Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.
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“It’s not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it’s the...”
– Jacob’s Room by Virginia Woolf
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Poor Sally Sits A-Weeping
Poor Sally sits a-weeping
Down by the seaside,
Poor Sally sits a-weeping
Down by the seaside.
What ails my pretty jewel?
What heart’s pain so cruel?
What ails my pretty jewel,
That do cause her for to cry?
Oh! I am uneasy
And troubled in mind,
Oh! I am uneasy
And troubled in mind.
Here’s no joy nor pleasure,
Here’s sorrow none can measure,
Here’s no joy nor...
“Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they’re also what tear you...”
– Haruki Murakami
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“What should I do—how should I act now, this very day … What she would resolve to...”
– George Eliot (via iwannotowidigdo)
The Book of Disquiet →
Nothing satisfies me, nothing consoles me, everything—whether or not it has ever existed—satiates me. I neither want my soul nor wish to renounce it. I desire what I do not desire and renounce what I do not have. I can be neither nothing nor everything: I’m just the bridge between what I do not have and what I do not want.
~ Fernando Pessoa ~ .
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