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Anttheknee's picture
Joined: Jun 7 2007
The impediment of improvement

Perfect is the enemy of good.

- Voltaire

Randall Lard's picture
Joined: Jul 30 2012
you gave me chocolate digestive when you knew i preferred plain

'Is the act of producing sound alone sufficient to create music? Our assemblage of individually emitted sounds is abandoned before it has reached a state where it could be called music. This is different from an assemblage of sounds that are produced with a single purpose. I wonder how the audience (who had come to hear music) perceived these ambiguous sounds from an ambiguous group. Those who listened politely for three hours each constructed their own music, choosing sounds from their own individual experiences and memories. Still, they must have been left with some sense of uneasiness, a doubt that this was music. An uneasiness that i felt too, like the gap between myself and another. Music functions as a device for rapture or contemplation. Accordingly, this doubt distances our actions from music. But if the audience were able to forget their uneasiness for a moment during our lengthy action, perhaps its potential becomes clearer. Neither rapture nor contemplation, but an awakened experience of time. Not experiment but experience.'

- Kazuo Imai

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Joined: Jun 17 2007
The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

Brevity is the soul of wit.
— Shakespeare

Randall Lard's picture
Joined: Jul 30 2012
contributory factors

'Those were the days, when we were all at sea. It seems like yesterday to me. Species, sex, race, class: in those days none of this meant anything at all. No parents, no children, just ourselves, strings of inseparable sisters, warm and wet, indistinguishable one from the other, gloriously indiscriminate, promiscuous and fused. No generations. No future, no past. An endless geographic plane of micromeshing pulsing quanta, limitless webs of interacting blendings... running rings around each other, heedless, needless, aimless, careless, thoughtless, amok. Folds and foldings, plying and multiplying, plicating and replicating. We had no definition, no meaning, no way of telling each other apart. We were whatever we were up to at the time. Free exchanges, microprocesses finely tuned, polymorphous transfers without regard for borders and boundaries. There was nothing to hang onto, nothing to be grasped, nothing to protect or be protected from. Insides and outsides did not count. We gave no thought to any such things. We gave no thought to anything at all. Everything was there for the taking then. We paid no attention: it was all for free. It had been this way for tens, thousands, millions, billions of what were later defined as years. If we had thought about it, we would have said it would go on forever, this fluent, fluid world.
And then something occurred to us. The climate changed. We couldn't breathe. It grew terribly cold. Far too cold for us. Everything we touched was poisonous. Noxious gases and thin toxic airs flooded our oceanic zone. Some said we had brought in on ourselves, that all our activity had backfired, that we had destroyed our environment by an accident we had provoked. There were rumors of betrayal and sabotage, whisperings of alien invasion and mutant beings from another ship.
Only a few of us survived the break. Conditions were so terrible that many of those who did pull through wished they had died. We mutated to such an extent that we were unrecognizable to ourselves, banding together in units of a kind which, like everything, had been unthinkable before. We found ourselves working as slave components of systems whose scales and complexities we could not comprehend. Were we their parasites? Were they ours? Either way we became components of our own imprisonments. To all intents and purposes, we disappeared.'

- Sadie Plant

Joined: Jun 13 2007

"But the fruit of the Spirit is love,
joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness,
faithfulness, gentleness and self-control."

-Galatians 5:22-23

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Joined: Dec 25 2009
"When We Practice..."

"When we practice gratefulness there is a sense of respect toward others."

-- His Holiness the XIV Dalai Lama --

Randall Lard's picture
Joined: Jul 30 2012
blending, leaking, merging, weaving through ourselves

'There was a time when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all recollection of it, remember... You say there are no words to describe this time, you say it does not exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember. Or, failing that, invent.'

- Monique Wittig

Joined: Jun 13 2007

"No act of kindness,
no matter how small,
is ever wasted."

-A stranger gave it to me
for what he had seen; it
was printed on a business
card with nothing else on
it. White paper with black
letters. All four sides are
worn and have been curled.
The paper is creased throu-
gh out. Treasure, to be
sure. Sher'd Blessings a
great topic for the holiday's.
Share Blessings, great and
small, one and all.

is patient;
love is kind,
Love is not jealous
or boastful;
it is not arrogant or rude,
Love does not insist
on its own way; it is not
irritable- or resentful;
it does not rejoice at wrong
but rejoices in the right,
Love bears all things,
believes all things, hopes
all things, endures all things,
Love never ends.

-The Good Book

Randall Lard's picture
Joined: Jul 30 2012
pink graduation fans the rand doll

'You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there's still going to be somebody who hates peaches.'

- Dita Von Teese

Joined: Jun 13 2007

"Some times when you lay a Trump Card
down for the take; it kinda causes some feel a little bad about that-
but know ~it's all in the game~ and that- goes like that."

12/8/13 @10:55
A Full House Combo
In an icy wind~~~~
by a crackling fire.


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