March 2012
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The Odyssey charges the domestic world to which its hero returns with the same...
– Sheila Murnaghan, Introduction to Stanley Lombardo’s translation of The Odyssey
February 2012
54 posts
So much for the deep complexity of the human condition. Give the world a little...
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Our thoughts are shackled by the familiar. The brain is a neural tangle of near...
– Jonah Lehrer, Why We Travel
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She’d been sleeping under her bed lately, wondering if the thing that kept...
– Izaak Neabaez
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The nostalgic desires to obliterate history and turn it into private or...
– Svetlana Boym, “The Future of Nostalgia” (via whenbearleftbear)
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Culture is the locus of the search for lost unity.
– Guy Debord, Society of the Spectacle
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He’s a whistling dog this morning, brushes his teeth with tequila thinking...
– Donald Barthelme, Terminus, Forty Stories
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We tell ourselves stories in order to live. The princess is caged in the...
– Joan Didion, The White Album (via lafautearimbaud)
I have to have all space and all time participate in my emotion, in my mortal...
– Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
We must never lose sight of the fact that, in both anthropological and...
– Claude Lévi-Strauss, Structural Anthropology
I witness with pleasure the supreme achievement of memory, which is the masterly...
– Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
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Song of the Open Road [1]
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road.
The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
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in time of daffodils(who know the goal of living is to grow) forgetting why,remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream, remember so(forgetting seem)
in time of roses(who amaze our now and here with paradise) forgetting if,remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond whatever mind may comprehend, remember seek(forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be (when time...
Sam Spreckley—Surface ii
Ongoing visual/sonic research into notions of surface and immersive sound and the relationship between. 8mm, HD Telecine 2012
.להיות או לא להיות? זאת השאלה
– שקספיר, המלט
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