December 2009
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Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front (1970)
Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your neighbors and to die. And you will have a window in your head. Not even your future will be a mystery any more. Your mind will be punched in a card and shut away in a little drawer. When they want you to buy something they will call you. When they want you to die for...
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He disliked emotion, not because he felt lightly, but because he felt deeply.
– John Buchan (1875-1940)
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The Starry Night
The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree slips up like a drowned woman into the hot sky. The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars. Oh starry starry night! This is how I want to die. It moves. They are all alive. Even the moon bulges in its orange irons to push children, like a god, from its eye. The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars. Oh starry starry...
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The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of...
– Colette - Paris From My Window (1944)
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…letting go of inerrancy is an act of faith in the One who should be standing...
– The place of fear in our bibliology (via azspot)
Speaking from experience, once you let go of biblical inerrancy and follow it through to its inevitable conclusion, you end up an ex-Christian. That is why people hold onto that doctrine so dogmatically.
(via selfdoubt)
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Pupil: Does the wind move or the grass move?
Zen Master: Your mind moves.
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An Unexpected Meeting (1962)
We treat each other with exceeding courtesy; we says it’s great to see you after all these years.
Our tigers drink milk. Our hawks tread the ground. Our sharks have all drowned. Our wolves yawn beyond the open cage.
Our snakes have shed their lightning, our apes their flights of fancy, our peacocks have renounced their plumes. The bats flew out of our hair long ago.
We fall silent...
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I didn’t know that there are so many idiots, until I began using Internet.
– Stanisław Lem (1921-2006)
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Riddle
Where far in forest I am laid, In a place ringed around by stones, Look for no melancholy shade, And have no thoughts of buried bones; For I am bodiless and bright, And fill this glade with sudden glow; The leaves are washed in under-light; Shade lies upon the boughs like snow.
Richard Wilbur
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Great things alone can make a great mind, and petty things will make a petty...
– Carl von Clausewitz (1780-1831) - On War (1832)
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