This is a collection of fragments, snippets of text detached of their author, context and potentially violated by the meaning I read into them. Inspiration remains their primary goal alongside controversial thoughts and voices. Not much to agree or disagree on – but borrowed goods to share, rethink and reappropriate.
There is power in being robbed & still choosing to dance.
On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.
On Calendars: I like the blocks of time. A Trade Union of future-focused hope
Everything that I tell you today is a lie. But it is just there so you understand what I'm doing.
Don't mind me. I'm from another planet. I still see horizons where you see borders.
If it’s too easy to get an idea accepted, you’re probably doing it wrong. You’re probably not disturbing the dark matter enough.
Time is what keeps everything from happening at once.
I am so into not working with them.
Can I change it? No? Then I love it.
Send in the clowns.
He had gone barely half a mile when he met a lame Fox and a blind Cat, walking together like two good friends. The lame Fox leaned on the Cat, and the blind Cat let the Fox lead him along, so that no one knew who was helping whom.
Nature is, above all, profligate…(Its schemes) are the brainchild of a deranged manic-depresive with limitless capital. Extravagance. Nature will try anything once. That is what the form of the insect says. No form is too gruesome, no behaviour too grotesque. If you’re dealing with organic compounds, then let them combine. If it works, if it quickens, set it clacking in the grass: There’s always room for one more; you ain’t so handsome yourself. This is a spendthrift economy; though nothing is lost, all is spent.
This shit lasts so make it good
and make it mean something.
We are also bound to seek perspective from those points of view, which can never be known in advance, that promise something quite extraordinary, that is knowledge potent for constructing worlds less organised by axes of domination.
Think we must.
We are the granddaughters of the witches you didn't burn.
Dreams ain't big enough if people understand what you're planning to do.
It ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble. It's what you know for sure that just ain't so.
In the dark times will there also be singing? Yes, there will also be singing. About the dark times.
Ich hab Euch Blumen und Pralinen vom Arsch der Hölle mitgebracht.
Critics are considered the optimists of society.
Es ging darum, sehr präzise zu sein und etwas exakt auf einen musikalischen Einsatz hin zu pinkeln, und zwar nicht einfach nur so, sondern absurd viel.
Survival itself has something nonsensical about it today, like dreams in
which, having experienced the end of the world, one afterwards crawls from
(...) life, is heartbreak followed by reality, followed by love, followed by loneliness, followed by despair, followed by jokes, followed by exhaustion.
Rarely do we create something significant without being confronted with the brink of disaster.
Real comes and goes and isn't very interesting.
There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.
The line is drawn The curse is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'
I am not proposing a return to the Stone Age. My intent is not reactionary, not even conservative, but simply subversive. It seems that the utopian imagination is trapped, like capitalism and industrialism and the human population, in a one-way future consisting only of growth. All I'm trying to do is figure out how to put a pig on the tracks.
The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions; they cease to be mind.
Redemption preserves itself in a small crack in the continuum of catastrophe.
Frozen in a moment of exclusive disaster.
The invention of the ship was also the invention of the shipwreck.
Only dull people are good at breakfast.
There is no weather yet to define the day in those terms, no brightness or structural shadow has revealed the line or flesh of anything.
Architects are the choreographers of society.
I like it because it could be anything.
An ecology of the virtual is thus just as pressing as ecologies of the visible world.
There is an ecology of bad ideas, just as there is an ecology of weeds.
People would be moved by what I wrote and would be informed by what you wrote.
It's just that, when we agree about our hallucinations, we call that reality.
What really makes science grow is new ideas including false ideas.
When the stars stand still, the sky moves.
In the nature of the case, an explorer can never know what he is exploring until it has been explored.
You never change things by fighting the existing reality. Build a new model that makes the existing
A place does not exist until we create it, or rather place it within a system: A geographical position within a system of coordinates, x meters below or above sea level and so on. By creating a new context for this point in our atlas we can now understand and further miss-understand it.
Change does not usually occur by imperceptuality gradual alteration of entire species but rather by isolation of small populations and their geologically instantaneous transformation into new species
We do not believe that there is such a thing as objective (absolute and unconditional) truth, though it has been a long-standing theme in Western culture that there is. WE do believe that there are truths but think that the idea of truth need not be tied to the objectivist view. We believe that the idea that there is absolute objective truth is not only mistaken but socially and politically dangerous. As we have seen, truth is always relative to a conceptual system that is defined in large part by metaphors.
One of those system-level ideas which sets in motions all sorts of behavior without ever having to be referred to directly again
If we chip in 50 each, they might gonna stop singing
The past is only a story we tell us every day
Magic is creating a moment for someone else. where they forget that reality is reality and they actually question everything for a moment not in a scary way but in the most exciting way because magic is an experienced magic is a total moment of being astonished to question what you believe in.
’Oshima: “ It’s all a question of imagination. Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine. It’s just like Yeats said: In dreams begin responsibilities. Flip this around and you could say that where there’s no power to imagine, no responsibility can arise."
Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Two billion years ago, our ancestors were microbes, a half-billion years ago, fish; a hundred million years ago, something like mice; ten million years ago, proto-humans puzzling out the taming of fire; Our evolutionary lineage is marked by mastery of change. In our time, the pace is quickening.
The Lies? Should be Rosy, Clear and Obvious.
My fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them.
Shoot the desperate, hug the needy.
[...]There are known knowns. These are things we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say, there are things that we know we don’t know. But there are also unknown unknowns. There are things we don’t know we don’t know.
Every night he waits until all the prisoners are sound asleep and then he goes around unlocking all the doors, leaving them open for hours on end.