August 2011
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Earth - Song 4
July 2011
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Val Bennett - Take Five
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It’s been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin’ Survival got me buggin’, but I’m alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M. Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen A young buck sellin’ drugs and such who never had much Trying...
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Sometimes it seems to me that even my physical sensibilities have coagulated and stiffened within me like resin.
In contrast to years gone by, when I observed the world with wide open, astonished eyes, and walked along every street alert, like a young man on a parapet, I can now push through the liveliest crowd with total indifference and rub against hot female bodies without the slightest...
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I do not believe in God. I do believe in humanity. There is no Jesus Christ for what I believe. There is, however, an antithesis.
This is the Holocaust.
One can worship an antithesis in the service of one’s faith perhaps more effectively than a deity. The Holocaust is a negative image of my belief, deeply stamped on the world. In the fissures of its cruelty I receive an impression of the...
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Become
an obdurate little cunt of observation;
the grain of sand in your own vegetative oyster of a soul;
a perdurable chip of flint;
an obstinate cramp in the smooth muscle of unconsciousness;
if not hopeful, at least animate.
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You know what I like? I like imagining that Descartes, after seeing the fly crawl across his bedroom’s ceiling and because of seeing it creating the coordinate system upon which nearly all of our society depends, that Descartes gets out of bed in the early-afternoon light and seizes a bottle to try to memorialize the body of the fly that gave him modernity. Only to watch it escape through...
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The french lieutenant said
‘Mon Dieu! how the time passes!’
I thought
Nothing could have been more commonplace than this remark; but its utterance coincided for me with a moment of vision. It’s extraordinary how we go through life with eyes half shut, with dull ears, with dormant thoughts. Perhaps it’s just as well; and it may be that it is this very dulness that makes life to the ...
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Hannah Arendt pretty much single-handedly brought...
here.
45 pp. GoogleDocs/.pdf
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The year was 1988, and it was one of my first big assignments for the Wall Street Journal. My editor, Ray Sokolov, noticed that a lot of powerful and famous people were lending their clout to Philip Morris Magazine, a monthly publication that was still running stories about how great and patriotic it was to smoke, along with sidebars that profiled happy, healthy people who had enjoyed...
