John Cleese on Creativity (by bedroomstudiotube)
Twin Reversed Arterial Perfusion: Too precious. Too precious. The four corners.
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Rather, it is a deliberate, terrific refusal to respond to anything but the deepest, highest, richest answer to the as yet unknown demand of some waiting void within: a kind of total strike, or rejection of the offered terms of life, as the result of which some power of transformation carries the problem to a plane of new magnitudes, where it is suddenly and finally resolved.
What is the point of Progress if the food is tasteless, the housing absurd, the clothing uncomfortable, the religion just talk, the air poisoned by Cadillacs, the work boring, the sex uptight and mechanical, the earth clobbered with concrete, and the water so chemicalized that even the fish are abandoning existence?
—Alan Watts, What on Earth Are We Doing? (Cloud-Hidden, Whereabouts Unknown)
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I stood on a lofty mountain and saw a gigantic man, and another, a dwarf; and I heard as it were a voice of thunder, and drew nigh for to hear; and He spake unto me and said: I am thou, and thou art I; and wheresoever thou mayest be I am there. In all am I scattered, and whensoever thou willest, thou gatherest Me; and gathering Me, thou gatherest Thyself.
—From the Gospel of Eve, quoted by Epiphanius, Hæres., xxvi. 3. as found in The Hero With a Thousand Faces by Joseph Campbell
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THIS IS WATER - By David Foster Wallace (by The Glossary)
Join us Sunday, May 19th for a Speculations discussion about the uses and abuses of the future with Samuel Delany and Kelly Link.
Samuel Delany is the acclaimed author of science-fiction novels including Dhalgren and Babel-17. Kelly Link coedits Small Beer Press and has written three collections of fantastic short stories, most recently Pretty Monsters.
This conversation is part of Triple Canopy’s Speculations (“The future is____”) as part of MoMA PS1’s EXPO 1: New York.
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Schizophrenia and The Book of Changes by Philip K. Dick
In many species of life forms, such as the grazing animals, a newborn individual is more or less thrust out into the koinos kosmos (the shared world) immediately. For a lamb or a pony, the idios kosmos (the personal world) ceases when the first light hits his eyes—but a human child, at birth, still has years of a kind of semireal existence ahead of him: semireal in the sense that until he is fifteen or sixteen years old he is able to some degree to remain not thoroughly born, not entirely on his own; fragments of the idios kosmos remain, and not all or even very much of the koinos kosmos has been forced onto him as yet. The full burden of the koinos kosmos does not weigh until what is delightfully referred to as “psychosexual maturity” strikes, which means those lovely days during high school epiotmized by asking that cute girl in the row ahead of you if she’d like to go get a soda after school, and she saying “NO”. That’s it. The koinos kosmos has set in. Prepare, young man, for a long winter. Much more—and worse—lie ahead.
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I can tell you the exact date that I began to think of myself in the first-person plural — as a superorganism, that is, rather than a plain old individual human being. It happened on March 7. That’s when I opened my e-mail to find a huge, processor-choking file of charts and raw data from a laboratory located at the BioFrontiers Institute at the University of Colorado, Boulder. As part of a new citizen-science initiative called the American Gut project, the lab sequenced my microbiome — that is, the genes not of “me,” exactly, but of the several hundred microbial species with whom I share this body. These bacteria, which number around 100 trillion, are living (and dying) right now on the surface of my skin, on my tongue and deep in the coils of my intestines, where the largest contingent of them will be found, a pound or two of microbes together forming a vast, largely uncharted interior wilderness that scientists are just beginning to map.
(Source: The New York Times)
Acrobat Hayatake Torakichi from Osaka / Kunisada II
大坂下り 早竹虎吉（石橋の曲） 二代目歌川国貞 1857年
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También hicimos Penélope, de Leonora Carrington. En el libreto había algunas palabras muy raras que nosotros respetábamos porque creíamos que era algo surrealista. Un día Leonora fue a un ensayo y nos dijo que esas palabras raras eran errores de dedo en la máquina de escribir.
- Farnesio de Bernal. Actor.
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