Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Human
Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of
whatsoever is grave and constant in human suffering
and unites it with the human sufferer.
— James Joyce 'A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man'
whatsoever is grave and constant in human suffering
and unites it with the human sufferer.
— James Joyce 'A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man'
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James Joyce
Monday, 24 January 2011
And Vice Versa
I am a part of all that I have met.
— Alfred Tennyson 'Ulysses'
— Alfred Tennyson 'Ulysses'
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Alfred Tennyson,
Poems
Performativity
And he said: Hey!
Are you talking to me?
Or are you just practising
For one of those performances of yours?
— Laurie Anderson 'Language Is A Virus'
Are you talking to me?
Or are you just practising
For one of those performances of yours?
— Laurie Anderson 'Language Is A Virus'
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Laurie Anderson,
Lyrics
Sunday, 23 January 2011
Undone
yeah it's broken,
the wheel's still turning
it's turning slowly in the sky
we go out searching,
we go out climbing
we give everything a try
everybody needs some beauty
some reassurance,
reassurance
you can tell so much about a place
by the way they treat their own
the way they treat their own deserters
undone
thinking this way
undone
— David Bridie 'The Deserters'
the wheel's still turning
it's turning slowly in the sky
we go out searching,
we go out climbing
we give everything a try
everybody needs some beauty
some reassurance,
reassurance
you can tell so much about a place
by the way they treat their own
the way they treat their own deserters
undone
thinking this way
undone
— David Bridie 'The Deserters'
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David Bridie,
Lyrics
Saturday, 22 January 2011
For Awhile
I choose the rooms that I live in with care,
the windows are small and the walls almost bare,
there's only one bed and there's only one prayer;
I listen all night for your step on the stair.
But I know from your eyes
and I know from your smile
that tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
— Leonard Cohen 'Tonight Will Be Fine'
the windows are small and the walls almost bare,
there's only one bed and there's only one prayer;
I listen all night for your step on the stair.
But I know from your eyes
and I know from your smile
that tonight will be fine,
will be fine, will be fine, will be fine
for a while.
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Leonard Cohen,
Lyrics
Friday, 21 January 2011
Far From Perfect
No we never met before
I'm very happy to say
Far from perfect strangers
I'd like to keep it that way
I'm not your psychoanalyst
I'd rather talk to mice
You're so easy to resist
I don't want to be nice
— John Cooper Clarke 'I Don't Want To Be Nice'
I'm very happy to say
Far from perfect strangers
I'd like to keep it that way
I'm not your psychoanalyst
I'd rather talk to mice
You're so easy to resist
I don't want to be nice
— John Cooper Clarke 'I Don't Want To Be Nice'
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John Cooper Clarke,
Lyrics
Thursday, 20 January 2011
Hi Brasil
Brazil, also known as Hy-Brazil or several other variants, is a phantom island which features in many Irish myths. It was said to be cloaked in mist, except for one day each seven years, when it became visible but still could not be reached. It probably has similar roots to St. Brendan's Island. Old Irish:
í: island;
bres: beauty, worth; great, mighty
í: island;
bres: beauty, worth; great, mighty
Hy-Brasil is also spelled Hy-Breasal, Hy-Brazil, Hy-Breasil, Brazir and related variations. It may be the reason that the South American country, Brazil, was so named. The central image on the Brazilian flag, a circle with a channel across the center, is the symbol for Hy-Brasil on early maps.
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Etymology
Wednesday, 19 January 2011
Reality
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.
— Philip K Dick
— Philip K Dick
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Definitions
Monday, 17 January 2011
People Are People
No more heroes any more
No more heroes any more
— The Stranglers 'No More Heroes'
No more heroes any more
— The Stranglers 'No More Heroes'
Labels:
Lyrics,
Mythology,
Social Insects
The Law Of Conservation Of Mass
We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing,
since things require a seed to start from...
Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing,
but all things return dissolved into their elements.
— Lucretius 'De Rerum Natura'
Full fathom five thy father lies:
Of his bones are coral made:
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
— William Shakespeare 'The Tempest'
since things require a seed to start from...
Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing,
but all things return dissolved into their elements.
— Lucretius 'De Rerum Natura'
Full fathom five thy father lies:
Of his bones are coral made:
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
— William Shakespeare 'The Tempest'
Labels:
Lucretius,
Poems,
Science,
William Shakespeare
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