2013.03.28

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“You aren’t alone in this non sense, and I think you’re beautiful.” she smirked. (What a romantic no thing to say, I thought.) “I’ll find someone and try that line,” I resisted. She drew in her distant gaze through me–curiously, tenderly–until I appeared before her perfectly in focus. “It can’t be your way, or the highway.” she offered.Then she walked away, disappointed. And that’s how I lost the only opinion I ever cared that much about–by not being patient. And so I resolved myself, at that juncture, to treat her as my hard lesson learned. What else could I fashion from my miserable foolishness?

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2013.03.28

on

my idea

of fun she sat me

down and drew my hair from

behind my ears from beside me here

2013.03.25

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C    a  p  a  b  l   e

O  p  p  r e s s ed

a n d e r i n g

S   o    u     l       s

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2013.03.25

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The primary threat to nature and people today comes from centralising and monopolising power and control. Not until diversity is made the logic of production will there be a chance for sustainability, justice and peace. Cultivating and conserving diversity is no luxury in our times: it is a survival imperative.

Uniformity is not nature’s way; diversity is nature’s way.

If we are serious about ending poverty, we have to be serious about ending the system that creates poverty by robbing the poor of their economic wealth, livelihoods and incomes. Before we can make poverty history, we need to get the history of poverty right. It’s not about how much wealthy nations can give so much as how much less they can take.

-Vandana  Shiva

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2013.03.25

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Whenever we engage in consumption or production patterns which take more than we need, we are engaging in violence.

― Vandana Shiva

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2013.03.25

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[How do I do it?] Well, it’s always a mystery, because you don’t know why you get depleted or recharged. But this much I know. I do not allow myself to be overcome by hopelessness, no matter how tough the situation. I believe that if you just do your little bit without thinking of the bigness of what you stand against, if you turn to the enlargement of your own capacities, just that itself creates new potential. And I’ve learned from the Bhagavad-Gita and other teachings of our culture to detach myself from the results of what I do, because those are not in my hands. The context is not in your control, but your commitment is yours to make, and you can make the deepest commitment with a total detachment about where it will take you. You want it to lead to a better world, and you shape your actions and take full responsibility for them, but then you have detachment. And that combination of deep passion and deep detachment allows me to take on the next challenge, because I don’t cripple myself, I don’t tie myself in knots. I function like a free being. I think getting that freedom is a social duty because I think we owe it to each not to burden each other with prescription and demands. I think what we owe each other is a celebration of life and to replace fear and hopelessness with fearlessness and joy.

 Vandana Shiva

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2013.03.25

mind beams, mine beams my beautiful dreams

my beautiful dreams

mine now

2013.03.17

2013.03.17

Said the snow cone to the child:

I only have ice for you.

2013.03.17

and in the morning morning

the glorious morning

a  sea  it  all  so

clear

2013.03.17

here’s to every time

you’ve ever said

you weren’t

happy

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here’s to that every time

you’ve made it clear

what’s not

enough

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and   here’s   to   my   heart   that

despite  all  that  spite  it’s

made  up  from  your

hopes it’s home

2013.03.12

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There is no reason to accept the doctrines crafted to sustain power and privilege, or to believe that we are constrained by mysterious and unknown social laws. These are simply decisions made within institutions that are subject to human will and that must face the test of legitimacy. And if they do not meet the test, they can be replaced by other institutions that are more free and more just, as has happened often in the past.

 

-Noam Chomsky

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2013.03.12

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This, then, is the central idea that has to be defended if the project of alternative epistemologies is to get off the ground: that social causation can be epistemologically beneficial.

 

-Charles w. Mills, Blackness Visible: Essays on Philosophy and Race, 26

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2013.03.12

2013.03.11

It’s hard to be creative when everything is great.

2013.03.06

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Let me begin by asking how philosophers of science can for so long have neglected the subjective elements which, they freely grant, enter regularly into the actual theory choice by individual scientists? Why have these elements seemed to them an index only of human weakness, not at all of the nature of scientific knowledge?

 

-Thomas Kuhn, “Objectivity, Value Judgment, and Theory Choice”

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2013.03.06

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Man, having within himself an imagined World of lines  and numbers, operates in it with abstractions, just as God, in the universe,

did     with     reality.

-Giambattista Vico

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2013.03.06

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I would love to be your mentor next year – I want to spend the next two or three years fighting you every inch of the way and then cheering your success. Okay. I want someone who has as short term a memory of my failures as I do, but also as much foresight as me about the various ways to capitalize on my successes. Most importantly, I want my mentor to be someone who believed in me and supported my style from the very beginning, from way back when I was still just pumping out one pomo piece of crap paper after another. I was so gloriously confused by the star strangled moth balls  stuffed in my cock tail device devised as a disclaimer that I almost forgot where I was and where I was headed.  _________________________________________________________________

2013.03.05

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I will not have my life narrowed down. I will not bow down to somebody else’s whim or to someone else’s ignorance.

-bell hooks

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2013.03.05

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We live and breathe words. …. It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them. Reading your words, what you wrote, how you were lonely sometimes and afraid, but always brave; the way you saw the world, its colors and textures and sounds, I felt- I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt. I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you. I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted–and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.

― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince  

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2013.03.05

Thanks,

and no, they are not real.

thoughts, by polar bears.

 Silly, right?

What do you think-

of this,  what do I think business?

That you think of it is all what matters,

is all I think. 

2013.03.05

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what they fail to mention is how the moves we make that matter most, are most likely made while standing still; when we watch silently as the world we love catches on fire– from beneath us, from because of us.

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2013.03.05

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For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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2013.03.05

to turn it down tonight, when the accident had perfect purpose written all over it , seemed absurd- surprised still. especially for this nothing time branch upon which i- tempered, rarely- perch. but this nothing special maze has some privileged point to blaze in mine veins, plastered past anything fancied prior. had me combing terms- has me coming into mine. a different girl choked this time when the stick broke, and turned her attention to the prospect – the wall paper, trans muted two- a starry eyed paper boat- direct it toward a receding shore line. bloated lung and sunken red eyes seized the scalded imagination. and to mum- who always said never say never- ever- should never had said never. what does it mean to not do it in your honor- how to express the beautiful way you stay fixed- the under mining force before my mind schemed escape.

2013.03.05

come part mental lies

come position me

2013.03.03

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subtly smiling she suggests

slipping away shamelessly

and soundlessly

and you say yes

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2013.03.02

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I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.

― Umberto Eco

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2013.03.02

the  some

thing that thought

it Self  fashioned by Design

or the functionally optimal output

of  an Enlightenment-imbued

Evolution myth was

a No thing at all

2013.03.01