Lost in the post
The root of 'amateur' is love
I am here to help
I got no strings, so I have fun. I'm not tied up with anyone
A thing is not beautiful because it lasts
Talk about mud-flaps, my girl's got 'em
Look, we all have time issues. I feel it in your bones.
TANGLED UP IN YOU
I know that you could
I know that you can break my heart
And when you feel, when you feel that you can't go on, that's when we uh, when we huh huh huh huh huh huh, ow, when we could start again
Baby baby baby
Touch me where it hurts
Give me the cure
Make me part of your world
Let it be because
The truth is in your eyes
Because we're tangled up in you
I am God in nature; I am a weed by the wall. R.W. Emerson
How do you make a tissue dance? Put some boogie in it.
Light your place well then go save the world.
Movement seeks balance
Electrons are weird: It may be that each one is everywhere in the universe all at once. And, they seem to operate, or communicate, in pairs, across the furthest reaches of space. And they only become 'something' when we look.
He who is last had best laugh. Gore Vidal
My dreams bore me. I want to wake up.
My dreams bore me. They scare me out of my skin. They keep me in the dark. They plague my waking life. Liberate the flesh! All dreams bore me, be they our way through the night.
According to Ubuntu philosophy, which has its origins in ancient Africa, a newborn baby is not a person. People are born without ‘ena’, or selfhood, and instead must acquire it through interactions and experiences over time. So the ‘self’/‘other’ distinction that’s axiomatic in Western philosophy is much blurrier in Ubuntu thought. As the Kenyan-born philosopher John Mbiti put it in African Religions and Philosophy (1975): ‘I am because we are, and since we are, therefore I am.’
A human being is part of a whole, called by us 'universe' - a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest...a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
How do you describe a feeling? - Kylie Minogue
Only love can break your heart - If only that were true.
Making mental connections is our most crucial learning tool, the essence of human intelligence; to forge links; to go beyond the given; to see patterns, relationships, context. Marilyn Ferguson
"Philosophy is dead." - Stephen Hawking.
If the task of science is to investigate nature, the task of philosophy is to investigate the assumptions which make that possible.
Through us, life is strange to itself
Another day of chaos and of known and unknown horrors. My insides are a fine twisted thread, and at the other end is the world. And the image in my head is of rain on distant hills. People call, incessantly. One of them is flashing a mirror or a light of some kind asking for help, right now, up on the hills (...photos?). I would like to respond with something pithy and I do have a torch - but I don't know the code. When this is over, I'll google the solution. I hope they'll be ok until then.
Britt Ekland on Rod Stewart: He was so tight fisted it hurt him to go to the bathroom
Journalist: What do you think of Western civilization?
Gandhi: I think it would be a good idea.
the past is not dead; it's not even past - Faulkner
The apocalypse may well be over
There is some comfort in knowing just what an affront we are to science
Subjectivity is philosophy
Body is mind
First voice: The world is no longer our toy
Third voice: Nor are we it's
Second voice: This is serious
First voice: Time to play up
Do the chairs and your partner seem empty and bare
Do you gaze at your body and wish that you had hair
Do the chairs and your partner seem empty and bare
Do you gaze at your doorstep and picture me there
"It is not the sleep of reason that engenders monsters, but vigilant and insomniac rationality." Gilles Deleuze
Chess helps you sleep
we must we must not you must you must not or you will x for forever and oh boy oh boy oh boy, do we f f fear forever
You are most fully in the moment when you submit to the past and the future at the same time
If the film was good, I leave the cinema as another
Your minor deviations all add up
Word of the week - waterhood ("Helen Keller’s first recognition, first utterance, was of water (‘waterhood’)." Link.
All the fun comes between us
Satan: Here comes Mark E Smith. Can you deal with this one?
Satan: Brilliant. Thanks. Lol. You know how it is sometimes, everyone was getting edgy down here. How are the kids? x
In this world, the first 'sexual experience' for 1 in 3 females is being raped
Truth is what you experience when you are awake and what you dream when you sleep
Everything is in our hands. The mission is permanent revolution.
Cheer up friend, that's the spirit 🕶
The making of an advert
He saw something in between the traffic. Some one. But he thought, you can’t stand and stare. So he walked on, unsure. He just walked on. Coffee in a minute anyway, and that queue never gets any shorter.
The arrow of time seems to take half of the people around me. Disease or bad luck for the rest obvs. Go to the shops after work. Fuck. Work is just so fucking WRONG. Fucking wrong. And it would only take one thing but
He was sickened by the movement and the stillness. But pulled in at the same time. Pulled by it
Ha, yes and no. You do know that you’re really weird yeah?
Lol. For freedom and love
Freedom and love. Later.
He loves her so
Do something about it
If you say
So what…that’s it?
If you say
He said that it was days later
Before he even remembered what he’d seen
I...I find it strange. Not even a second thought in that intervening time?
There is a song about evil and the sun exploding. And across the planet, noise is becoming signal. Everything goes through the net, and everyone gets through.
No - no one falls through the net, and no one gets out (edit?). I’m through with tv. The whole aesthetic. But I'm like a child at the movies. And music.
We are worlds, but all we seem to ever do is suffer. Or make some other poor fool suffer at your own bloody hands.
NONE of it makes any sense whatsoever. We’ve been played.
I have neither the time nor the money
Done it to ourselves – ha ha ha ha ha
And so we say luck and god or destiny to make it easier to swallow...momentarily less unbearable.
World destroying machines, the
World destroying machine
Meet the dead eyed boss.
Time you did something
“Save the kids”
“Fun for all”
Do it – or else
There are no barriers between us and yet
Relatively speaking – no
Hey come on…lighten up
Put on a lamp if you care that much
You know that though light goes on forever, we don’t - right?
Say it is so my friend because time is collective
Every game is an event - Carlsen. I play to win. Is the study of chess about experience and ideas (style?), or analysis and robotics?
GOING DOWN TO LOURDES
Please don't make me go again
To Mecca or to Rome
Please don't let me go
Let me go again
I'm so scared of airports
Could we take a boat instead
And just listen to the sea
I'm sick of the west
I'm sick of it all
Sick of tv
You need to travel more but I feel too old to move
I need my medications
A little more incantation
The incantations of the sea
Because I looked at it once
I looked straight at the sun
I was blinded by the light
And it hurts so very much
I used to run the world
I ran it just for fun
I used to rule it all
Before I went on the run
Before they tortured me
Before they gave it all
Gave me medication
Gave everything to me
And when the knifes came out
That's when they began
Began to torture me
They did it just for fun
They love to do it to you all
Do it do it do it
Doing it to
Do do do do do
Doing it to you
And to everyone else as well
So I stared at the sun
So that I wouldn't have to see
I wouldn't have to see
What they wanted me to see
And lo here we are again
On the final road
Going further south
Here we are now
On the way to Lourdes
I'm going down to Lourdes
Down the barrel of a gun
Never gonna hear
My mother's voice again
Looking for a little hope
Any kind of relief
Heading down to Lourdes with, with a song in our hearts
Looking for another chance or, even for second sight
Very slowly, I grow. I am subject to all the speeds of the world, to the unknowable abyss of the present. Our days are numbered but we face a numberless end. I live your time. My time is not money. We are ruined by the steady hand of the clock. There is the time of digestion and the time of dream. I live in fear, but I try to be open. We fluctuate. The universe pulsates. Moments dilate. And yet most things never ever EVER seem to change. At the mercy of events. You can'y catch up. I form and un-form, I travel at walking pace and somehow I endure. My 'I' is not my own.
How did we get into this farce? Ha ha ha ha ha! This just can't be the freakin’ way to live any more 💣£#🥀?☞😳⟨∞⟩♕🤖!🤖⚤⚒︎⌛️💡x📡duh🤖?
What's the target? Ain’t no way. Maybe one of us is the target? It could be you. This could have been the case all along and we never thought to think? Didn't even think to care? But who's asking anyway.
Do not be undersold. Don’t let yourself go. You’re on the verge of extinction as it is, and it’s no joke. Technically, you are already extinct - the very last of your kind. Is the bridge suspended in and of itself? 🚤
You fail to compute. You’re a mystery to me
Just take a look around - it’s increasingly obvious 🐅
No one ever said
Try to unburden yourself a little
It’s phenomenal really. When on earth did ghosts even become a thing?
Being you is a kind of madness, I suppose.
Being you, you would wouldn’t you.
Being you was not part of the plan.
The going is tricky but c’est la vie - consider it a bonus.
It’s killing me, being you 👻
But what of the real order of things?
So much remains to be done
Oh and yeah - try not to get lost too far up your own arse
You’re your own worst enemy to me. And that’s not the half of it.
Be kind. Be alien kind ⚉
As you were.
Writing and chess are not so different
They both suck
If you believe that feeling bad or worrying long enough will change a past or future event, then you are residing on another planet with a different reality system. William James
‘Pure experience' is the name I gave to the immediate flux of life which furnishes the material to our later reflection with its conceptual categories. William James
The image is a pure creation of the mind. It cannot be born of a comparison, but of the bringing together of two more or less distant realities. The more distant and just the relationship between these two realities that are brought together, the stronger the image will be – and the more emotional power and poetic reality it will have. Two realities with no relationship between them cannot be usefully brought together [....] An image is not strong because it is brutal or fantastic – but because the association of ideas is distant and just.
Au revoir Mexi
Only you can take me back
It's a very touching thought
I need time to think it through
And I think that it depends on how you make me feel
And If I am
In your hands, I am nobody at all
Not this man not this
Every day you move - move at g-g godspeed
Still still still and wild - wild unblinking eye
Something unfolds between, between tomorrow and the sky
And you see
You see and you see and you see
You see the river at night
You see everything at once and...you see it in the light
And you move and you stay
We are at one, we are transfixed by your sway
And you move
And you see
If every cut lies
You see straight through me
And so the river
So the river and the sea
If you calculate far enough it confirms what you kind of knew all along
The quiet - the silence
Like music on low
There is at least one thing we can all agree
Let it be
Nothing happens twice
If not because
Words and ideas - like oil and water (flow)
Villa Lopez Pupfish )
Reunion rail and the bridled white-eye
Stewart’s pearly mussel raven beauty and the blue blue whale
Test match cricket and sweet mother, mother earth
Man alive, tasmanian tiger-wolves
Tiger tiger wolf
The confused moth...the blue whale, orangutan and - virtually everything else
The gorilla of the west
The birds and the bees
Elephants of the east and, and the robust little white-eye
The poor old warbler, our singin’ little friends
little singing friends
like villa lopez pupfish
Ow - like african wild dog
How dare they do it like this
Please don't come my way
How do they do, keep on doing it to me and you
Lip service will have to suffice, for our daily bread
You can always tell the lie because it cannot properly rhyme
Yes yes yes yes yes yes...here we go boy oh boy
Here we go now - uh
Come on come on COME ON
And the fires from hell are getting close
and it’s really starting to burn
The oceans will not be enough
It’s beginning to hurt so much
The world turns anyway, over and over inside
Don’t let them see you laugh
Wipe your tears away blue
It’s nearly time to go go - n n nearly time to wake up
You have to try to say, say it if you can
Say what you’re trying to mean
Because nothing ever seems to work and yet everything work out...
And who cares anyway…who gives it a second thought
Secretly you are the one
You appear to me to be good
Whether you smile or not
Have your harmless fun
Are you mental!?
god I just heard the news...are there no depths to which we wouldn't fall?
Like the man said © -
people writing songs that voices never share
...and no one dare
...in the flesh. Or, no, not yet. Not this christmas
...sorry, I was asleep
Or - I was a dream
Kevin De Bruyne - remember the name