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is what you choose as coat leak-proof and does it salvage the radiance?
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"One must not forget that basically the scientific cast of mind is more God-oriented than the aesthetic mind, ready to submit to “Him” the moment “He” deigns to show Himself under the conditions it prescribes for recognizing Him, while our aesthetes, confronted with His manifestation, would find only that His talent was not original and that His view of the world was not sufficiently intelligible to rank Him with really God-given talents." from The Man Without Qualities by Robert Musil.yes im still reading it no i havent gotten very far ^_^
November 15, 2025 at 8:01 AM
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meme my wife made :)
November 11, 2025 at 3:01 AM
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spotted in florence oregon — but the touristy bit, so don't get yer hopes up ya filthy coasters
a smear covered sticker that says "The GLOBAL WORKING CLASS will RISE UP to OVERTURN CAPITALISM-IMPERIALISM"; too surprised seeing it in Florence to pick at the wording, but lets be honest theyre probably maoists
November 10, 2025 at 5:51 AM
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November 10, 2025 at 5:46 AM
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November 10, 2025 at 5:40 AM
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November 9, 2025 at 7:30 AM
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Evening: cold winter wind along the walls of the chapel. Not howling, not mourning, not dismal. Can there be anything mournful about wind? It is innocent, and without sorrow. It has no regrets. Wind is a strong child enjoying his play, amazed at his own strength, gentle, inexhaustible, and pure. He burnishes the dry snow, throwing clouds of it against the building. The wind has no regrets. The chapel is very cold. Two die-hard novices remain there alone, kneeling both upright, very still, no longer even pretending to enjoy or to understand anything.
November 1, 2025 at 5:59 AM
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how is anybody taking this article seriously
So where were the gooners? A few seconds’ research revealed their home base: Discord, a social messaging platform not unlike Slack, offering a multiverse of chat-room servers accessible by invitation. If Instagram was where millennials went to post infographics about racial disparities in income and policing, Discord was where zoomers went to swap the screeds of lesser-known school shooters. Or to talk about gaming. Or whatever zoomers did.
October 24, 2025 at 2:26 AM
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rilke
Flower of the deeper soil, loved by all roots, you, Eurydice's sisters, full of holy return behind the ascending man. We, afflicted by ourselves, gladly afflicting, gladly needing to be afflicted. We, who sleep with our anger laid beside us like a knife. You, who are almost protection where no one protects. The thought of you is a shade-giving tree of sleep for the restless creatures of a solitary man.
October 18, 2025 at 2:16 AM
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laura riding
MEANWHILE Equally dismal rain and sunshine— If the hours are hours of waiting To say for certain: you, and I. Happily there is this sure we, Happily there is this love, This chosen ambiguity, Until the weather knows its mind. Meanwhile this to-day, To succeed never beyond the weather— Until it climates death, That double clarity Of difference.
September 12, 2025 at 9:39 PM
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(quoted in Alexander Livingston's 'Damn Great Empires!' bio of W James)
and Max Stirner.²⁷ “I am getting to be more and more of an anarchist myself in my ideas,” he reports to Pauline Goldmark in 1903, “though when it comes to applying them to life I am helpless” (C 10:191). He ex­ pressed “strongest sympathy” for “Tolstoi-​ anism” as “surely the best life” to one of his anarchist interlocutors, while admitting his admiration for Kropotkin as “the most ideal man” after reading his Memoires of a Revolutionist (C 9:551, 451). And in his most shocking and troubling flirta­ tion with anarchism, James goes so far as to privately celebrate the assas­ sination of President William McKinley at the hands of the anarchist Leon Czolgosz in 1901. He exclaims to Katherine Sands Godkin, “Czolgosz has been our great deliverer! You’ve no idea how it lightens the atmosphere to have that type of being gone!—​ I mean the McK. type!” (C 10:7).
September 6, 2025 at 6:53 PM
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literally who else did it like adorno
not typing all this out on my phone because my service is rly limited & will probably be gone by the time i type the whole thing. but its adorno talking about how running expresses terror, walking is bourgeois, & so on.
August 28, 2025 at 4:27 AM
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3Eu...
photo of a statue of christ on the cross, above graves but below trees & the setting sun
August 28, 2025 at 4:21 AM
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marina tsvetaeva
I – am. You – will be. An abyss between us. I drink. You thirst. In vain, we try to agree. Ten years between us. – God builds no bridges. Be! – that's my commandment! Let me pass, So that my breath doesn't hinder your growth. I – am. You – will be. Ten springs from now, You'll say: - I am! – and I will say: - once was...
August 23, 2025 at 12:19 AM
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marina tsvetaeva
This is — a conspiracy against the age: Against weight, counting, time, fractions. Behold — a curtain torn to shreds: Trees have the gestures of tombstones...
August 22, 2025 at 10:39 PM
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another picture of the second pair, from another angle. the 2 pairs' flocking friends amble amiably about on the roof above them. most of the anti-bird spikes here are gone; some of the doves sit near the few remaining, enjoying the sun. one is just landing, wings still outstretched.
August 18, 2025 at 9:15 PM
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every time i try to post an update it. fails trying in two parts.
the nest in OP, now with partner standing watch on a bush in front. another dove nest behind anti-bird spikes on a crevice atop a column. the partner stands on the piping to catch the gutter's waterflow.
August 18, 2025 at 9:12 PM
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always a good sign when these kinds of article goes around
article titled 'the rewards of ruin', above text reading "Societal downfall looms large in history and popular culture but, for the 99 percent, collapse often had its upsides". by Luke Kemp
August 17, 2025 at 7:55 PM
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'“The Principle of Insufficient Cause,” Ulrich elucidated. “You are a philosopher yourself and know about the Principle of Sufficient Cause. The only exception we make is in our own individual cases: in our real, I mean our personal, lives, and in our public-historical lives, everything that happens happens for no good or sufficient reason.”' from The Man Without Qualities by Robert Musil
August 13, 2025 at 11:12 PM
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brecht
BORN LATER I admit it: I Have no hope. The blind talk of a way out. I See. When the errors have been used up As our last companions, facing us Sits nothingness.
August 8, 2025 at 8:31 PM
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rilke
Growing Old In some summers there is so much fruit, the peasants decide not to reap anymore. Not having reaped you, O my days, my nights, have I let the slow flames of your lovely produce fall into ashes? My nights, my days, you have borne so kuch! All your bramches have retained the gesture of that long labor you are rising frok: my days, my nights. O my rustic friends! I look for what was so good for you. O my lovely, half-dead trees, could some equal sweetness still stroke your leaves, open your capyx? Ah, no more fruit! But one last time bloom in fruitless blossoming, without planning, without reckoning, as uselessly as the powers of millenia.
August 8, 2025 at 8:15 PM
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novalis
37. Spirit now stirs only here and there—when will the spirit stir in the whole?—when will humanity begin to reflect en masse?
August 8, 2025 at 8:08 PM
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brecht
ON VIOLENCE The headlong stream is termed violent But the river bed hemming it in is Termed violent by no one. The storm that bends the birch trees Is held to be violent But how about the storm That bends the backs of the roadworkers?
August 8, 2025 at 8:05 PM
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a quiet friend in a hidden place
a dove resting on a nest behind anti-bird spikes in a store's eaves
August 5, 2025 at 8:13 PM
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laura riding
WORLD'S END The tympanum is worn thin. The iris is become transparent. The sense has overlasted. Sense itdelf is transparent. Speed has caught up with speed. Earth rounds out earth. The mind puts the mind by. Clear spectacle: where is the eye? All is lost, no danger Forces the heroic hamd. No bodies in bodies stand Oppositelt. The complete world Is likeness in every corner. The names of contrast fall Into the widening centre. A dry sea extends the universal. No suit and no denial Disturb the general proof. Logic has logic, they remain Locked in each other's arms, Or were otherwise insane, With all lost and nothing to prove That even nothing can live through love.
August 5, 2025 at 7:30 PM