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Showing posts with label quotes. Show all posts

11_08_05

Mornings, fan club

Thoreau understood what Mornings are. Remix:
The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour. 
I have been as sincere a worshipper of Aurora as the Greeks. All memorable events, I should say, transpire in morning time and in a morning atmosphere.There is something cosmical about it; a standing advertisement, till forbidden, of the everlasting vigor and fertility of the world. The Vedas say, "All intelligences awake with the morning."
Poetry and art, and the fairest and most memorable of the actions of men, date from such an hour.
All poets and heroes are the children of Aurora, and emit their music at sunrise.
Little is to be expected of that day, if it can be called a day, to which we are not awakened by our Genius, by our own newly acquired force and aspirations from within, accompanied by the undulations of celestial music and a fragrance filling the air--to a higher life than we fell asleep from; and thus the darkness bear its fruit, and prove itself to be good, no less than the light. 
That man, 
 who does not believe that each day contains an earlier, more sacred, and auroral hour than he .. has .. yet .. profaned
   has despaired of life
and is pursuing a descending and
darkening way.
Morning brings back the heroic ages.
To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.
It matters not what the clocks say or the attitudes and labors of men.
Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me.
To be awake is to be alive. I have never yet met a man who was quite awake. How could I have looked him in the face?
We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep.
To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.

09_10_11

nature/ideas once again

Ideas after Harper's Magazine, Wallace Shawn, Essays, published by Haymarket Books.
..Consciously, I'm aware that I'm a product of evolution and that I'm part of nature. But my unconscious mind is still partially wandering in the early nineteenth century and doesn't know these things yet,
Wallace talks about sex, but I want to identify each movement that
..sometimes appears with such great force that it sweeps other feelings and other thoughts completely our of the way. And on a daily basis it quietly and patiently approaches the self and winds itself aroudn it and through it until no part of the self is unconnected to it.
That's what psychoanalysis is about, that force is why it gets artistic, the drama of the self-realizing-it's-not-itself, the vertigo of disillusion. Sex may be what Freud stumbled upon at first becomes it's so biological, so in-your-face, the elephant in the corridor. I feel there is a world out there of other
extraordinary meeting place[s] of reality and dream... of the meaningful and the meaningless
Fantastic discovery?
Perhaps it is the power of sex that has taught us to love the meaningless and thereby turn it into the meaningful
But that's only the direct consequence of the power said above to turn things inside out. And there is a reciprocity: it's not just nature appearing suddenly in our thinking thoughts, it's the ideal surprising an moment of mere living, as a perfect desert taking by surprise the eater of a cold sandwich. What is it that makes this so obvious idea so new? The parallelism of the mind/body issue being put inside the mind, the face that our mind changes, is controlled from the 2 angles, and maybe the fear of realizing the links between the 2: that yes, there is very much of nature in the highest of thoughts, and that there's idealism in pure action.

08_07_20

various

Read or heard somewhere:
In totalitarian systems, it is the heads of secret services who become head of State.
Found in an old journal: "need to see mad people, prisoners"...
another great quote:
Since there is a road, there is a market.

08_07_06

Styles

Gillez Deleuze and Guy Debord, extraordinary styles:

A la mimesis s'est substitue' le non lieu (Mimesis was supplanted by void) ?

Capitalism as what all other societies (social elements) have always been conjuring [as in conjuring demons = repelling them] was built from the inverse of all others.