Friday, September 12, 2003

Oh well, i can dream, can't i?

"Though ticks must have some language
that they communicate amongst themselves,
they surely have no word for fate." --Jack
Stephens, Triangulation

Imagine if artists never finished their
own works; if everything had to be done
by collaboration...

"Rilke, when he realized what his work was
telling him, interrupted his writing of
poetry, and spent months watching animals
in the zoo, and blind men on the streets,
and years alone. He began to ask less of
life, not more." --Robert Bly, A Little
Book on the Human Shadow
(1988)

My sense of play & of the sacred, largely
coincide. This is due to the nature of my
shadow
(ESFP). Perhaps fo that reason i
cannot enter into someone else's sense of
the sacred; & my external view falsifies
theirs as much as they would, mine.

"At the turn of the century there may have
been only two dozen men who deserved the
Grandmaster title, so we remember them as
titans. Today there are about 300 GMs, so
all but the very best tend to be obscured
by the pack." --Andy Soltis in Chess
Life
5/90

Where Wittgenstein failed to destroy
Metaphysics, Shirley MacLaine succeeded.

"Women are half of the world's adult
population; they comprise one-third of the
paid labor force, and they actually perform
two-thirds of the world's working hours. For
this, they earn one-tenth of the world's
income, but they own only 1 percent of the
world's property." --from Leavenworth
Jackson's rubberstamp catalog

When Noriega was photographed holding his
jail booking placard, over 12,000 Miamians
bet that number in the next state lottery.

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