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'Miner Probing a Drill Hole' Graham Sutherland

'Miner Probing a Drill Hole' Graham Sutherland

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Spain, Take this Chalice from Me! by Vallejo

Children of the world,
if Spain falls — listen, it’s a saying —
if her forearm, 
that two earthy plates grasp
in a harness, falls from the sky:
— children, what an age of hollow temples!
how early in the sun, what I told you of!
how quickly in your breast, the ancient noise!
how old your 2 in the notebook!

Children of the world!
our mother Spain stands with her womb on her back,
she stands as our teacher with her rulers,
as mother and teacher,
cross and wood, because she gave you height
and vertigo, division and total, children:
she stands by herself, you legal fathers!

If she falls — listen, it’s a saying —
if Spain falls, down from the Earth …
— children, how you’ll stop growing!
how the year will punish the month!
how everything will halt: your teeth at ten,
the dipthong in downstroke, the medal in weeping!
How the lamb will stay tied
by its leg to the great inkwell!
How you’ll go down the steps of the alphabet
to the letter where sorrow was born!

Children,
sons of the warriors, meanwhile,
hush your voices, for this very moment
Spain is dividing her energy among the animal kingdom, 
the little flowers, the comets and men.
Hush your voices, for she stands
with her sternness, which is great, not knowing
what to do, and in her hand
is the speaking skull, and it speaks and speaks,
the skull, the one with braids,
the skull, the skull of life!

Hush your voices, I tell you;
hush your voices, the song of the syllables, the lament
of matter and the minor murmur of the pyramids, and even
of the temples that walk with two stones!
Hush your breath; and if
her forearm falls,
if the rulers slap, if it is night,
if the sky fits in two earthly limbos,
if there is noise in the sound of the doors,
if I am late,
if you don’t see anyone, if the pencils without points
frighten you, if mother
Spain falls — listen, it’s a saying —
leave, children of the world; go seek her! …

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inneroptics:
Olav H. Hauge : Your Way




No-one has marked out the road
you are to take
out in the unknown
out in the blue.

This is your road.
Only you
will take it. And there’s no
turning back.

And you haven’t marked your road
either.
And the wind smooths out your tracks
on desolate hills.

inneroptics:

Olav H. Hauge : Your Way


No-one has marked out the road
you are to take
out in the unknown
out in the blue.
This is your road.
Only you
will take it. And there’s no
turning back.
And you haven’t marked your road
either.
And the wind smooths out your tracks
on desolate hills.

(via journalofanobody)

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"Sleep is no longer a healing bath, a recuperation of vital forces, but an oblivion, a nightly brush with annihilation."

— J.M. Coetzee

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Marina Tsvetaeva
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Me in reverse.

Me in reverse.

(Source: slobbering, via cavalcade-of-perversion)

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"Materialism is a name for the non-transcendental status of form, in general. Matter is what forms itself in producing the conditions of possibility of this formation. Any transcendental instance necessarily finds itself in a position of exteriority in relation to that which it organises. By its nature the condition of possibility is other than what it makes possible. Materialism, in general, affirms the opposite, the absence of any outside of the process of formation. Matter is self in formation, and selves in formation are, then, systematically non-transcendental."

— Catherine Malabou, Whither Materialism? Althusser/Darwin (via jevoussaluespinelli)

(Source: matthewgmccracken.wordpress.com, via tirado)

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compulsion2move:

On the Heights of Despair 〜 by Emil Cioran.

Page 116 ー from the copy at my local library. 

compulsion2move:

On the Heights of Despair 〜 by Emil Cioran.

Page 116 ー from the copy at my local library. 

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

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"Why I so prefer autumn to spring is that in the autumn one looks at heaven – in the spring at the earth."

— Kierkegaard

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asianemoticon:

Theodor Adorno taking a “selfie.” 

asianemoticon:

Theodor Adorno taking a “selfie.” 

Tags: adorno