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06 Saturday Mar 2021
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27 Saturday Feb 2021
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So show your son a sunset
before they’re all gone
advised an old Lefty
exhibiting the usual paranoia
of the Left
that has now spilled over
on ecologists
and others of their ilk
always ranting about the ozone hole
and cancer and smoking
and the population of the world
doubling again
by the year two thousand twenty
and about how the earth
is coming to a sudden bad end
Whereas we all know the media and
the oil combines and
the tobacco companies and
the industry scientists and
the industrial perplex in general
are all telling us the whole bull
and nothing but the bull
So no need to worry
No problem”
as they say downtown
Even if those clouds out the window
look a bit strange
And the droughts all over the world
aren’t really all that bad
because it can’t happen here
as they used to say in the Thirties
And all those jet streams from airlines
really don’t spew more
cancerous exhaust
than a billion cars
And those aren’t really
Sun Dogs in the too-brilliant sun
And sunsets are still sunsets
even if they are only
one-color sunsets
over which pilots are reporting
clouds are lower than they used to be
before the Greenhouse years
Whereas sunsets now are more like “heart events”
with pollution like bad cholesterol
jamming the arteries of the universe
and obstructing circulation
and causing systemic disasters
And our evening spread across the sky
like a patient passed out upon a table
14 Sunday Feb 2021
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The details. Details rip us off. Love is a detail. It’s not a matter of fullness, of all, it’s instead a matter of gestures, of looks. If they are missing, love is missing. If they’re missing it’s better to let it go.

Rimbaud
02 Tuesday Feb 2021
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“ It’s a funny thing about the modern world. You hear girls in the toilets of clubs saying, “Yeah, he fucked off and left me. He didn’t love me. He just couldn’t deal with love. He was too fucked up to know how to love me.” Now, how did that happen? What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were, despite everything, eminently lovable as a people, as a species? What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioningin some way? And particularly if they replace us with a god, or a weeping madonna, or the face of Christ in a ciabatta roll—then we call them crazy. Deluded. Regressive. We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship. Greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.”
Zadie Smit
01 Monday Feb 2021
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06 Wednesday Jan 2021
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19 Saturday Dec 2020
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Chissà, forse il fascino del viaggiare sta in quest’incanto, in questa paradossale nostalgia del futuro. E’ la forza che ci fa immaginare – o illudere – di fare un viaggio e trovare, in una stazione sconosciuta, qualcosa che potrebbe cambiare la nostra vita.Marcello Mastroianni (28 settembre 1924, Fontana Liri – 19 dicembre 1996, Parigi)
11 Friday Dec 2020
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09 Wednesday Dec 2020
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“The vanity of attributing to philosophy, and to the words of intellectuals, effects as immense as they are immediate seems to me to constitute the perfect example of what Schopenhauer called ‘the pedantic comic’, meaning by that the ridiculousness that we incur when we perform an action that is not included in its concept, such as horse in a theatre that would make dung. But if there are things that our philosophers, “modern” or “post-modern”, have in common beyond the conflicts between them, it is this overconfidence in the powers of discourse. A typical illusion of the reader, who can regard academic commentary as a political act or criticism of texts as a fact of resistance, and experience revolutions in the order of words like revolutions in the order of things. ” Pierre Bourdieu.
« La vanité d’attribuer à la philosophie, et aux propos des intellectuels, des effets aussi immenses qu’immédiats me paraît constituer l’exemple par excellence de ce que Schopenhauer appelait « le comique pédant », entendant par là le ridicule que l’on encourt lorsqu’on accomplit une action qui n’est pas comprise dans son concept, tel que le cheval de théâtre qui ferait du crottin. Or s’il y a des choses que nos philosophes, « modernes » ou « post-modernes », ont en commun par-delà les conflits qui les opposent, c’est cet excès de confiance dans les pouvoirs du discours. Illusion typique du lecteur, qui peut tenir le commentaire académique pour un acte politique ou la critique des textes pour un fait de résistance, et vivre les révolutions dans l’ordre des mots comme des révolutions dans l’ordre des choses. »
Pierre Bourdieu. Méditations Pascaliennes, Paris, Le Seuil, coll. Liber, 1997, p.10

08 Tuesday Dec 2020
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“I will tell you that I am a child of this century, a child of disbelief and doubt. I am that today and will remain so until the grave. How much terrible torture this thirst for faith has cost me and costs me even now, which is all the stronger in my soul the more arguments I can find against it. And yet, God sends me sometimes instants when I am completely calm; at those instants I love and feel loved by others, and it is at those instances that I have shaped for myself a Credo where everything is clear and sacred for me.” Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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