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asyoulikeitnow · 1 month
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Hateful Is the Dark-Blue Sky
Hateful is the dark-blue sky, Vaulted o’er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labor be? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? And things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence – ripen, fall, and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
- Alfred Lord Tennyson, from "The Lotus-Eaters"
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asyoulikeitnow · 3 months
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The most certain test by which we can judge whether a country is really free is the amount of security enjoyed by minorities.
Lord Acton (John Emerich Edward Dalberg-Acton), historian (10 Jan 1834-1902)
Source: Wordsmith
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asyoulikeitnow · 4 months
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What an artist is trying to do for people is bring them closer to something, because of course art is about sharing: you wouldn't be an artist if you didn't want to share an experience, a thought.
David Hockney
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asyoulikeitnow · 4 months
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Sonnet 29
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
       For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
       That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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asyoulikeitnow · 7 months
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The unrestricted competition so commonly advocated does not leave us the survival of the fittest. The unscrupulous succeed best in accumulating wealth.
Rutherford B. Hayes, 19th US president (4 Oct 1822-1893)
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asyoulikeitnow · 9 months
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The man who is denied the opportunity of taking decisions of importance begins to regard as important the decisions he is allowed to take.
C. Northcote Parkinson, author and historian (1909-1993)
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asyoulikeitnow · 10 months
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Briefly stated, the Gell-Mann Amnesia effect is as follows. You open the newspaper to an article on some subject you know well. In Murray's case, physics. In mine, show business. You read the article and see the journalist has absolutely no understanding of either the facts or the issues. Often, the article is so wrong it actually presents the story backward—reversing cause and effect. I call these the "wet streets cause rain" stories. Paper's full of them. In any case, you read with exasperation or amusement the multiple errors in a story, and then turn the page to national or international affairs, and read as if the rest of the newspaper was somehow more accurate about Palestine than the baloney you just read. You turn the page, and forget what you know.
- Michael Crichton, American author
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asyoulikeitnow · 11 months
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This be the verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.      They may not mean to, but they do.   They fill you with the faults they had    And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn    By fools in old-style hats and coats,   Who half the time were soppy-stern    And half at one another’s throats. Man hands on misery to man.    It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can,    And don’t have any kids yourself.
Philip Larkin
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asyoulikeitnow · 1 year
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Guy Buffet - Making of a perfect martini
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asyoulikeitnow · 1 year
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Men believe they are free for the reason that they are aware of their actions and ignorant of the causes by which they are determined. // Men think themselves free, because they are conscious of their volitions and their appetite, and do not think, even in their dreams, of the causes by which they are disposed to wanting and willing, because they are ignorant of [those causes].
Baruch Spinoza, Epistemology and Philosophy of Mind
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asyoulikeitnow · 1 year
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I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.
Jeanette Winterson, English author
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asyoulikeitnow · 1 year
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Under the present brutal and primitive conditions on this planet, every person you meet should be regarded as one of the walking wounded. We have never seen a man or woman not slightly deranged by either anxiety or grief. We have never seen a totally sane human being.
Robert Anton Wilson
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asyoulikeitnow · 1 year
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Social issues; individual blame
“The risk of the medicalised approach to suffering is that it can dissolve collective experience, dispersing our shared causes of distress into individual dysfunctions. This prevents us to experience suffering as a community, and to act to change.”  - source 
Full excerpt: “While many humanistic psychologists never intended their views on suffering to also apply to social change, it is true that communities must endure similar painful confrontations with reality before social reform can follow. When a group wakes up and understands the causes of its predicament, social and political action then becomes possible. ‘And this is what we witness time and again,’ said [psychologist Tim] Kasser. ‘Suffering is what ultimately motivated the civil rights movement of the 1960s. It also drove the women’s liberation movement of the 1990s. In these cases groups of people experienced their distress acutely, but they also experienced it as a community. And this helped them find their collective political purpose, enabling organisers to unite them behind a shared agenda for social change.’ The trouble with the medicalised approach, on the other hand, is that it dissolves collective experience, dispersing our socially caused and shared distress into different, individual, self-residing dysfunctions. In this way, diagnostic tribes come to replace political tribes, as we identify with a given mentally ill social grouping. Now our suffering has been politically defused. Then follows an emphasis on self rather than social reform, which is facilitated by individualist treatments.”
Excerpt from ‘Sedated: How Modern Capitalism Created our Mental Health Crisis’ by James Davies, Chapter 9 ‘Dehumanising productivity’
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asyoulikeitnow · 1 year
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“Loofhuttenfeest in den vreemden” (Feast of Tabernacles with strangers),1863 by Hein Burgers (1834-1899); Jewish historical museum, Amsterdam.
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asyoulikeitnow · 1 year
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Every miserable fool who has nothing at all of which he can be proud, adopts as a last resource pride in the nation to which he belongs; he is ready and happy to defend all its faults and follies tooth and nail, thus reimbursing himself for his own inferiority.
Arthur Schopenhauer
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asyoulikeitnow · 1 year
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My Mother
They are killing her again. She said she did it One year in every ten, But they do it annually, or weekly, Some even do it daily, Carrying her death around in their heads And practising it. She saves them The trouble of their own; They can die through her Without ever making The decision. My buried mother Is up-dug for repeat performances.
Now they want to make a film For anyone lacking the ability To imagine the body, head in oven, Orphaning children. Then It can be rewound So they can watch her die Right from the beginning again.
The peanut eaters, entertained At my mother’s death, will go home, Each carrying their memory of her, Lifeless – a souvenir. Maybe they’ll buy the video.
Watching someone on TV Means all they have to do Is press ‘pause’ If they want to boil a kettle, While my mother holds her breath on screen To finish dying after tea.
The filmmakers have collected The body parts, They want me to see. They require dressings to cover the joins And disguise the prosthetics In their remake of my mother. They want to use her poetry As stitching and sutures To give it credibility. They think I should love it – Having her back again, they think I should give them my mother’s words To fill the mouth of their monster, Their Sylvia Suicide Doll, Who will walk and talk And die at will, And die, and die And forever be dying.
Frieda Hughes, about her mother Sylvia Plath
Published in The Stonepicker and The Book of Mirrors
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asyoulikeitnow · 1 year
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If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort, you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.
C.S. Lewis
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