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    '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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    '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
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    '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
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    "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. LOVE 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
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Submitted by Randall Lard on Tue, 02/12/2013 - 03:07

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'Awakening is not a thing. It's not a goal, not a concept. It is not something to be attained. It is a metamorphosis. If the caterpillar thinks about the butterfly it is to become, saying "And then I shall have wings and antennae", there will never be a butterfly. The caterpillar must accept its own disappearance in its transformation. When the marvelous butterfly takes wing, nothing of the caterpillar remains.' - Alejandro Jodorowsky
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...Tom BanjoIt's time to matter. The Earth will see you On through this time The Earth will see you On through this time --Robert Hunter, Mountains of the Moon
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Submitted by Mike Edwards on Tue, 02/12/2013 - 21:58

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"So how do we go about seeing through the illusion of this false notion of the self? How do we generate the insight that would directly contradict that form of perception? Nagarjuna says that if a "self","I", or person exists as we normally assume it to exist, if it exists as we falsely view it, then the more we look at it, the more we search for its essence, the referent behind our terms and labels, then the clearer it should become. But that is not the case. If we were to search for the self or person as we normally perceive it, then it disappears, it sort of disintegrates, and this is an indication that such a notion of self was an illusion from the start. Because of this point, one of Nagarjuna's students, Aryadeva, stated in his "Four Hundred Verses on the Middle Way" that it is our ignorant conception of consciousness which is the seed of samsara (cyclic existence) and that things and events are its objects of grasping and apprehension. And it is only through seeing through the illusion of such a conception that we will be able to put an end to the process of existence." – His Holiness the Dalai Lama
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Submitted by Randall Lard on Wed, 02/13/2013 - 02:02

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'And I imagine...with great pleasure...all the horrible stirrings of the nonmanifested to bring forth the scream which creates the universe. Maybe one day i'll see you trembling, and you'll go into convulsion and grow larger and smaller until your mouth opens and the world will come from your mouth, escaping through the window like a river, and it will flood the city. And then we'll begin to live.' - Alejandro Jodorowsky
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Submitted by Randall Lard on Fri, 02/15/2013 - 03:06

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'On the back part of the step, toward the right, I saw a small iridescent sphere of almost unbearable brilliance. At first I thought it was revolving; then I realised that this movement was a illusion created by the dizzying world it bounded. The Aleph's diameter was probably little more than an inch, but all space was there, actual and undiminished. Each thing (a mirror's face, let us say) was infinite things, since I distinctly saw it from every angle of the universe. I saw the teeming sea; I saw daybreak and nightfall; I saw the multitudes of America; I saw a silvery cobweb in the centre of a black pyramid; I saw a splintered labyrinth (it was London); I saw, close up, unending eyes watching themselves in me as in a mirror; I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me; I saw in a backyard of Soler Street the same tiles that thirty years before I'd seen in the entrance of a house in Fray Bentos; I saw bunches of grapes, snow, tobacco, lodes of metal, steam; I saw convex equatorial deserts and each one of their grains of sand: I saw a woman in Inverness whom I shall never forget: I saw her tangled hair, her tall figure, I saw the cancer in her breast; I saw a ring of baked mud in a sidewalk, where before there had been a tree; I saw a summer house in Adrogué and a copy of the first English translation of Pliny - Philemon Holland's - and all at the same time saw each letter on each page (as a boy, I used to marvel that the letters in a closed book did not get scrambled and lost overnight); I saw a sunset in Querétaro that seemed to reflect the colour of a rose in Bengal; I saw my empty bedroom; I saw in a closet in Alkmaar a terrestrial globe between two mirrors that multiplied it endlessly: I saw horses with flowing manes on a shore of the Caspian Sea at dawn; I saw the delicate bone structure of a hand; I saw the survivors of a battle sending out picture postcards; I saw in a showcase in Mirzapur a pack of Spanish playing cards; I saw the slanting shadows of ferns on a greenhouse floor; I saw tigers, pistons, bison, tides, and armies; I saw all the ants on the planet; I saw a Persian astrolabe; I saw in the drawer of a writing table (and the handwriting made me tremble) unbelievable, obscene, detailed letters, which Beatriz had written to Carlos Argentino; I saw a monument I worshipped in Chacarita cemetery; I saw the rotted dust and bones that had once deliciously been Beatriz Viterbo; I saw the circualtion of my own dark blood; I saw the coupling of love and the modification of death; I saw the Aleph from every point and angle, and in the Aleph I saw the earth and in the earth the Aleph and in the Aleph the earth; I saw my own face and my own bowels; I saw your face; and I felt dizzy and wept, for my eyes had seen that secret and conjectured object whose name is common to all men but which no man has looked upon - the unimaginable universe. I felt infinite wonder, infinite pity.' - Jorge Luis Borges
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Submitted by sherbear on Fri, 02/15/2013 - 15:26

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"While we may honestly acknowledge that we wouldprefer a certain outcome, it is essential to surrender our attachment to how we think our prayer should out-picture." -Michael Bernard Beckwith
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"when I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle.then i realized that the Lord doesn't work that way, so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me." -emo phillips
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glazed eyes aren't suspicious at all.they're simply the more energy-efficient model of windows to the soul.........officer -sl
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Submitted by Mike Edwards on Sun, 02/17/2013 - 10:09

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"Our enormously productive economy demands that we make consumption our way of life, that we convert the buying and use of goods into rituals, that we seek our spiritual satisfactions, our ego satisfactions, in consumption." – Victor Lebow (1955)
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"A white spiderupon a white flower consuming a white moth... the canvas without color is governed by itself. What for curiosities sake is it, in of itself." -Written upon a white piece of paper and found in a binder of yester-year.
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We do, doodley do, doodley do, doodley do,What we must, muddily must, muddily must, muddily must; Muddily do, muddily do, muddily do, muddily do, Until we bust, bodily bust, bodily bust, bodily bust. – Kurt Vonnegut
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Submitted by sherbear on Fri, 02/22/2013 - 12:13

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"Our greatest glory is not in neverfalling but in rising every time we fall." -Fortune Cookie Lucky numbers 1, 2, 20, 45, 37, 43
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Submitted by Randall Lard on Mon, 02/25/2013 - 02:38

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'What we need to question is bricks, concrete, glass, our table manners, our utensils, our tools, the way we spend our time, our rhythms. To question that which seems to have ceased forever to astonish us. We live, true, we breathe, true; we walk, we go downstairs, we sit at a table in order to eat, we lie down on a bed in order to sleep. How? Where? When? Why? Describe your street. Describe another. Compare.' - Georges Perec
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Submitted by slo lettuce on Mon, 02/25/2013 - 16:20

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"As soon as a person does not take their own existence for granted,but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins." -Albert Schweitzer
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Submitted by Randall Lard on Tue, 02/26/2013 - 03:46

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'I mean, the human race, we are a tribe, let's face it, and let's stop all this religious bullshit. I think everybody, or at least a lot of my friends, are just so exhausted with this whole self-importance of religious people. Just drop it. We're all fucking animals, so let's just make some universal tribal beat. We're all pagan. Let's just march.' - Björk
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Submitted by Randall Lard on Thu, 02/28/2013 - 08:49

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'In the part of the world we are dealing with everybody wants to own everything. Existence feels so uncertain and so fragile that people fight fiercely and with great passion to hold on to things: land, culture, religious symbols, food - everything is in danger of being snatched away or of disappearing. The result is fiery arguments about provenance, about who and what came first. As we have seen through our investigations, and will become blatantly apparent to anyone reading and cooking from this book, these arguments are futile. ... they are futile because it doesn't matter. Looking back in time or far afield into distant lands is simply distracting. The beauty of food and of eating is that they are rooted in the now. Food is a basic, hedonistic pleasure, a sensual instinct we all share and revel in. It is a shame to spoil it.' - Yotam Ottolenghi
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Submitted by Randall Lard on Fri, 03/01/2013 - 02:06

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'The soul is the ancestral animals. The body is their knowledge.' - Austin Osman Spare
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"To handle yourself, use your head; to handle others, use your heart." -Eleanor Roosevelt
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"Without accepting the fact that everything changes,we cannot find perfect composure. Unfortunately, this truth is difficult for us to accept and because we cannot accept the truth of transience, we suffer." -Shunryu Suzuki
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"If the head fits, wear it." -Bob Weir - from David Letterman interview, 1982
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Submitted by Randall Lard on Thu, 03/07/2013 - 03:06

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'It is conventional to call "monster" any blending of dissonant elements. I call "monster" every original inexhaustible beauty.' - Alfred Jarry