"There is change, and departure: but there is also help when least looked for from the strangers of the day, and hiding, out among the accidents of this drifting Humility, never quite to be extinguished, a few small chances for mercy."
Tuesday, 13 January 2015
Duke it
"And
you know I think it was Plato, I’m not sure he said it first, it was 'If
God does not exist, human beings will create God'. I think the truth is
that they’re not even going to wait to find out, its easier to cut to
the technical solution and sort the whole thing out later. If the God we
make and the God we find are in conflict with each other they’ll just
have to duke it out."
-T.M.
-T.M.
Friday, 2 January 2015
Pope
"Nature to all things fix'd the Limits fit,
And wisely curb'd proud Man's pretending Wit:
As on the Land while here the Ocean gains,
In other Parts it leaves wide sandy Plains;
Thus in the Soul while Memory prevails,
The solid Pow'r of Understanding fails;
Where Beams of warm Imagination play,
The Memory's soft Figures melt away.
One Science only will one Genius fit;
So vast is Art, so narrow Human Wit;
Not only bounded to peculiar Arts,
But oft in those, confin'd to single Parts.
Like Kings we lose the Conquests gain'd before,
By vain Ambition still to make them more:
Each might his sev'ral Province well command,
Wou'd all but stoop to what they understand."
Excerpt from An Essay On Criticism
"Whate'er the talents, or howe'er design'd,
We hang one jingling padlock on the mind"
The Dunciad
And wisely curb'd proud Man's pretending Wit:
As on the Land while here the Ocean gains,
In other Parts it leaves wide sandy Plains;
Thus in the Soul while Memory prevails,
The solid Pow'r of Understanding fails;
Where Beams of warm Imagination play,
The Memory's soft Figures melt away.
One Science only will one Genius fit;
So vast is Art, so narrow Human Wit;
Not only bounded to peculiar Arts,
But oft in those, confin'd to single Parts.
Like Kings we lose the Conquests gain'd before,
By vain Ambition still to make them more:
Each might his sev'ral Province well command,
Wou'd all but stoop to what they understand."
Excerpt from An Essay On Criticism
"Whate'er the talents, or howe'er design'd,
We hang one jingling padlock on the mind"
The Dunciad
Thursday, 25 December 2014
Wednesday, 17 December 2014
Monday, 1 December 2014
Whitland (and Zappa)
If you're in the audience and like what we do...
We'd like you to know that we like you all too...
But as for the sucker that writes the review...
...if his mind is prehensile (mind is prehensile!),
...if his mind is prehensile (mind is prehensile!),
he'll put down his pencil (put down his pencil!),
and have himself a squat on the cosmic utensil! (Cosmic utensil!)
...go on, give it all you got on the cosmic utensil! (Cosmic utensil!)
...sit and spin until you rot on the cosmic utensil! (Cosmic utensil!)
...man he really needs to squat on the cosmic utensil! (Cosmic utensil!)
Thursday, 13 November 2014
Bede & Vicky & OK-Jazz
Wednesday, 12 November 2014
“No matter how long you work, it’s always going to end sometime. And
there’s always going to be things left undone. And it wouldn’t matter if
you lived until you were seventy-five. There would still be new ideas.
There would still be things that you wished you would have accomplished.
You could work for several lifetimes….Part of the reason that I’m not
having trouble facing the reality of death is that it’s not a
limitation, in a way. It could have happened any time, and it is going
to happen sometime. If you live your life according to that, death is
irrelevant. Everything I’m doing right now is exactly what I want to do."
Keith Haring
Keith Haring
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
Wednesday, 29 October 2014
Monday, 27 October 2014
Sunday, 26 October 2014
Saturday, 25 October 2014
Thursday, 23 October 2014
Monday, 20 October 2014
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