“Wow, I´m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I´m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V. Tower
I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood meal
for the plant that´s plowed
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know, how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death in a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you´ve brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
Where we had shoulders, smooth as ravens claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it´s other jaw reveals incest
And loose obidience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family
-#JimMorrison born today 1943
“Resident mockery give us an hour for magic.”
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Nature is made better by no mean
But nature makes that mean; so over that art
Which you say adds to Nature, is an art
That nature makes;.....this is an art
Which does mend nature, change it rathe, but
The art itself is nature. #WintersTale#NatureIsAnArt
I’ve been thinking about the play Winter’s Tale quite a but today. Seeing more and more people standing up for their livelihoods, their character and their families combined with the first snow fall may be why. Whatever reason it led me to stumbling over this woman’s...
...performance of one of my favorite moments in Shakespeare. Act 3 scene 2 Hermione taken out of a cell brought in front of her own royal court to argue in her own defense. She begins, as like one foot in front of the other, with one syllable at a time...
‘Since what I am to say must be but that
Which contradicts my accusation and
The testimony on my part no other
But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me
To say 'not guilty:' mine integrity
Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it,
Be so received. But thus: ‘
1. Perhaps we need a new mythology in the style of the Greeks for this time in NY. There is something that melds the tales of ego, rage, consequence and punishment that seems to be repeated over and over by a segment of my city’s art world. Perhaps it’s Neo-Brutalism.
2. Perhaps it’s recognition that excelsior cannot excel when conformity is regarded as moral. Perhaps it’s insecurity being rewarded at the expense of creativity.
3. Perhaps it’s simply the lure of social media being too much for even Echo to compete with the love of one’s own reflection and rage. It doesn’t really matter.
atlassociety.org/post/can-there… The goal of socialism was to reap the cultural, scientific, creative, and communal rewards of abolishing private property and free markets, and to end human tyranny. Using the command of the state, Communism sought to create this socialist society.
What in fact occurred was the achievement of power by a group of inhumane despots: Lenin, Stalin, Mao Tse-tung, Kim Il Sung, Ho Chi Minh, Pol Pot, Castro, Mengistu, Ceausescu, Hoxha, and so on, and so on.
We are invited now to discuss what follows these tyrants, and what lessons we have learned from them, and what sort of world might emerge from the loss of belief in Communism. There is one problem, however: the bodies.
Everyone who is ambivalent about the relationship between Biden and China who have expressed worry about our president locking people up for their sexuality, religion etc etc...
Just remember this...
If you did a little digging you’ll find that there is quite a booming tourist industry in China and websites set up to cater to western or Muslim countries with guidance on how to organize and set up your trip with your hand held all the way.
It’s a life saving trip. Well, more like a trade. Life for a life.
Factoid. Did you know that halal organs are a thing? But organ donation is verboten amongst some Muslims. Amazing right?
Alexander Solzhenitsyn -- Live Not By Lies “When violence intrudes into peaceful life, its face glows with self-confidence, as if it were carrying a banner and shouting: “I am violence. Run away, make way for me—I will crush you.” orthodoxytoday.org/articles/Solhe…
But violence quickly grows old. And it has lost confidence in itself, and in order to maintain a respectable face it summons falsehood as its ally—since violence lays its ponderous paw not every day and not on every shoulder.
It demands from us only obedience to lies and daily participation in lies—all loyalty lies in that.
And the simplest and most accessible key to our self-neglected liberation lies right here: Personal non-participation in lies.