Unknown"Polkageist"Courageous
- 15 years, 10 months, 11 days ago
"We will know less and less what it means to be human" --Book of Predictions
"If, for example, you were to think more deeply about death, then it would be truly strange if, in so doing, you did not encounter new images, new linguistic fields" --Wittgenstein
Reading Jose Saramago's "Death With Interruptions." Mm...it's good. Starting to get the old-cum, latex, woodpill taste that came with reading "Snuff" out of my mouth. Unknown"Polkageist"Courageous
- 15 years, 10 months, 20 days ago
Three related bits of thought vaguely related to things I care about--
Dante (convivio): (5) For awe (wonder) is the amazement of the mind at seeing or hearing, or in some way perceiving, great and marvelous things. Insofar as they seem great, they instill reverence for them in him who perceives them; insofar as they seem marvelous they make him yearn for knowledge about them. For this reason the kings of times past would place magnificent works of gold, gems, and works of art in their palaces so that those who saw them would be amazed, and therefore become reverent, and eager to obtain information about the king's state of honor.
(6) Thus Statius, the sweet poet, in the first book of the Thebaid, says that when the king of the Argives, Adrastus, saw Polynices clad in a lion's skin, and Tydeus clad in the hide of a wild boar, and recalled the reply which Apollo had given concerning his daughters, he was awestruck, and therefore became more reverent and more eager to gain knowledge.
Aristotle (Metaphysics): For it is owing to their wonder that men both now begin and at first began to philosophize; they wondered originally at the obvious difficulties, then advanced little by little and stated difficulties about the greater matters, e.g. about the phenomena of the moon and those of the sun and of the stars, and about the genesis of the universe. And a man who is puzzled and wonders thinks himself ignorant (whence even the lover of myth is in a sense a lover of Wisdom, for the myth is composed of wonders); therefore since they philosophized order to escape from ignorance, evidently they were pursuing science in order to know, and not for any utilitarian end. And this is confirmed by the facts; for it was when almost all the necessities of life and the things that make for comfort and recreation had been secured, that such knowledge began to be sought. Evidently then we do not seek it for the sake of any other advantage; but as the man is free, we say, who exists for his own sake and not for another's, so we pursue this as the only free science, for it alone exists for its own sake.
Unknown"Polkageist"Courageous
- 15 years, 10 months, 25 days ago
Note to self: read Beckett's "Belacqua and the Lobster" (or Dante and the lobster) sometime this week. Unknown"Polkageist"Courageous
- 15 years, 11 months, 2 days ago
Today I woke up praying. Weird, right?
Unknown"Polkageist"Courageous
- 15 years, 11 months, 22 days ago
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Ferocious
- 15 years, 10 months, 21 days ago
That sort of thing has come to frustrate me, of late. It's so easy to die for someone, after all. Anyone can die. But then, I suppose most people are so blindingly terrified of death they never consider how much more potent it is to live for another human being. There's nobility in the will to triumph over anything, at any price. Ah, humanity, but how you make me wonder...
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"Heaven's End"Cheeky
- 15 years, 11 months, 1 day ago
One day whilst out exploring in some far-flung foreign corner, I took respite from my journey to admire the local fauna. When from the twilight distance a peel of bells and laughter, set my heart-strings fluttering like bats through chapel rafters.
On entering a clearing I did sense impending peril, beheld a Gypsy wench with flashing eyes bright, sharp and feral. She smiled at me so sweetly (bit a lip that smacked of danger), gave a look fit to disarm this poor, unwitting stranger.
Her rhythm pounced upon me it trounced me in a trice. That charm she wove about me gripped me tight as any vice. (She spoke in tongues above me). Though I cast my eyes to Christ, you'd need the virtue of a saint to not succumb - overcome this Polkageist.
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"Heaven's End"Cheeky
- 15 years, 11 months, 4 days ago
Nyarr, I won't be letting you do that. Nope, not 'cause I'm a hypocrite, tempting as that is. It's more because to do what you need doing, you need a functioning brain. I just need to be able to lift things and look alive. So, about that schedule... Gimme?
Oh, hey, I heard this rumor that you're awesome. And that there's this guy in Australia totally hip to your jive. Any truth to that?