Tuesday, August 29, 2006

"Ad lustrum" at Po*mcub* (via Craig Hill).


A fi*ld guid* to 3lvis shrin*s.


This song complains of monotony. But it is that familiar flow, finishing, which would form our worst fright clyting. So sing of no comfort in old songs; sing of what will occur as if it might find us thus happily changing. Isn't it important, though difficult to think through thoroughly? For what good is having imagination, if it only brings forth trivial things?


"I think there are compelling economic, social, health, ecological and even security/defense reasons why local , intensive urban organic farms are the way to go. ."


"War! That awful condition which a famous military man in command of a division, long ago, said was synonymous with Satan and all his cohorts! War! That awful condition of human minds coming down from way, way back of all history; that vast void during which sympathy was not known; during which animals fought with tooth, claw or horn; that vast void during which wounds had no soothing balm, until thirst, agony or a final swoon laid low a gigantic mammoth, or a tiny, gasping fawn! But now, again, in this grand day of Man's magically growing brain, this day of kindly crooning to infants in cribs; kindly talks to boys and girls in school; and blood-tingling orations from thousands of pulpits upon that Holy Command: 'Thou Shalt Not Kill,' now, again, Man is out to kill his own kind." --Gadsby


On my victrola- W*b*rn's S*chs Stück* für Orch*st*r op. 6


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