we love about time is what we love
about failure: we can’t stop it. It comes
towards us with both hands. It glows
from “Heroic Sentences” by Kimberly Grey
my teenage drinkin spot
looked good tiday!
In the typical Western two men fight desperately for the possession of a gun that has been thrown to the ground: whoever reaches the weapon first shoots and lives; his adversary is shot and dies. In ordinary life, the struggle is not for guns but for words; whoever first defines the situation is the victor; his adversary, the victim. For example, in the family, husband and wife, mother and child do not get along; who defines whom as troublesome or mentally sick?…[the one] who first seizes the word imposes reality on the other; [the one] who defines thus dominates and lives; and [the one] who is defined is subjugated and may be killed.Thomas Szasz (1920-2012) wrote this in 1974
lentil pesto-curry! (postin here so i dont forget what was init, init)
can of gungo peas
boiled kettle (!)
garam masala powder
feeling incredibly happy right now.
just thought id share it
maybe to remember it
on my tumblr roll i see alot of things related to loniliness, love, sex, and of course da funnies. it feels like the collective conciousness is pouring itself out, often anonymously, right here.
some deep drama that is directing itself.
often these memes seme to travel in waves. artistic nude photography, anime characters expressing some passionate heart wrenching sentiment, simple text that expresses something that everyone deeply understands.
i wonder where we’re going.
i decide today that im going to be honest here. maybe because you all seem to be so honest too. this place doesn’t want to be about social circles, likes and that cold sombre question of the current sstate-of-us.
all of us here are speaking to no-one, and everyone. I think thats worth writing about.
Yijings response to me posting a picture of myself on tumblr. This line often refers to someone having a feeling of growing old even though young. I suppose in the back of my head i wanted to post this here with the idea of posterity in mind, but this book rips the piss on occasion. This being one time.
never knew a book to be so soothsayingly humorous, specially this translation
”An image of gross illusion. Clarity is lost when perception is polarized.”
also seems to be slighting my workload. i have ‘lots of pots’ to be banging on for school today (music comp due in soon), but bin tumbling instead. wupsies.
Legge: The third line, dynamic, shows its subject in a position like that of the declining sun. Instead of playing on his instrument of earthenware, and singing to it, he utters the groans of an old man of eighty. There will be evil.
Wilhelm/Baynes: In the light of the setting sun, men either beat the pot and sing or loudly bewail the approach of old age. Misfortune.
Wu: The sun is passing the meridian. Ifhe does not play his earthen instrument and sing, but sighs like an old man of eighty years, there will be foreboding. [The passing of the meridian is like the passing of the prime time in life. If one does not make the best of his life now, it will be gone forever.]
Anthony: Fear and worry over the length of time required to attain recognizable progress puts us in the wrong balance. If we can nobleheartedly accept that things will be fulfilled when they will, we secure our fate by making possible that it can be fulfilled. As long as the ego stands by expectantly, measuring and weighing our progress, the dark force of doubt operates and the power of good cannot manifest itself. Obtaining this line reminds us that adversity lasts only for a time; through it we mould our character.
NOTES AND PARAPHRASES
No soul, not even our own, enters into the body completely. Soul always remains united by its higher part to the intelligible realm. But if the part that is in the realm of sense dominates, or rather becomes dominated and disturbed, it keeps us unaware of what the higher part of the soul contemplates.
Plotinus — The Enneads
A. An image of gross illusion. Clarity is lost when perception is polarized.
B. Nothing lasts here below, but that’s only half the story — the least interesting half.
C. “Gather your rosebuds while ye may.”