January 2010
59 posts
“In all probability those common juggling words of hocus pocus are nothing else...”
– http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hocus_Pocus_(magic)
“Smoking, then, has become like freemasonry or homosexuality. We have our secret...”
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http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/jeremy_clarkson/article6999689.ece
Steve Jobs and the Portal to the Invisible →
“‘Steve Jobs is not a designer, and he’s not a software engineer. But he’s the one who mediates between them, the one who knows that the place where the visible and the invisible meet is also the place where we go to meet both. He’s the one who knows how human that place is. He’s the one who makes sure it stays human.’”
Tudor Vintiloiu Photography →
Disorientation. Dis-orient, turned away from the East.
see i’m a man of many problems up against some...
“Tell me, muse, of the storyteller who has been thrust to the edge of the world,...”
– “Wings of Desire” (1987)
“The polarity between the sensational and the mundane is also the dichotomy...”
– http://thenurulh.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-10.html
“As we struggle to refine our words, we sometimes forget the surfacing from...”
– Joanne B. Mulcahy, “Weave and Mend”
“Language, our shared salvation, formed a narrow island on which I now stood with...”
– Joanne B. Mulcahy, “Weave and Mend”
“Freedom. It isn’t once, to walk out
under the Milky Way, feeling the...”
– Adrienne Rich, ʻFor Memoryʻ
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“Art frees us, illusorily, from the squalor of being. While feeling the wrongs and sufferings endured by Hamlet, prince of Denmark, we don’t feel our own, which are vile because they’re ours and vile because they’re vile. Love, sleep, drugs and intoxicants are elementary forms of art, or rather, of producing the same effect as art. But love, sleep and drugs all have their...
“Smell is a strange way of seeing. It evokes sentimental scenes, sketched all of...”
– Fernando Pessoa, “The Book of Disquiet”
“I dream of an erudite life in the quiet company of the ancients and the moderns,...”
– Fernando Pessoa, “The Book of Disquiet”
“I’m the suburbs of a non-existent town, the long-winded commentary on a...”
– Fernando Pessoa, “The Book of Disquiet”
“I’m not at all happy right now, either; but at least I’m young....”
– Orhan Pamuk, “Snow”
