"On this bridge," Lorca warns, "life is not a dream. Beware. And beware. And beware." And so many think because Then happened, Now isn't. But didn't I mention the ongoing "wow" is happening right now? We are all co-authors of this dancing exuberance where even our inabilities are having a roast. We are the authors of ourselves, co-authoring a gigantic Dostoevsky novel, starring clowns. This entire thing we're involved with called the world, is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be. Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments, flabbergasted to be in each other's presence. The world is an exam to see if we can rise into direct experience. Our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it. Matter is here as a test for our curiosity. Doubt is here as an exam for our vitality. Thomas Mann wrote that he would rather participate in life than write 100 stories. Giacometti was once run down by a car, and he recalled falling into a lucid faint, a sudden exhilaration, as he realized that at last something was happening to him. An assumption develops that you cannot understand life and live life simultaneously. I do not agree entirely. Which is to say I do not exactly disagree. I would say that life understood is life lived. But the paradoxes bug me, and I can learn to love and make love to the paradoxes that bug me. And on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion. Before you drift off, don't forget. Which is to say, remember. Because remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than forgetting. Lorca, in that same poem said that the iguana will bite those who do not dream. And as one realizes that one is a dream figure in another person's dream, that is self awareness.

11/1/2007 12:21:25 AM

WAT

11/1/2007 12:21:47 AM

BRICK OF TEXT.

11/1/2007 12:22:49 AM

Quote :

"WAT"

lol...my first thought, but you beat me to it

11/1/2007 12:23:39 AM

And I yelled to the cabby yo, homes smell you later

11/1/2007 12:24:31 AM

TEXT UNDER THE GUISE OF A BRICK

11/1/2007 12:26:54 AM

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"homes "

lol

it's actually...holmes

11/1/2007 12:27:04 AM

No, he meant "homies".

11/1/2007 12:27:32 AM

copy paste

11/1/2007 12:27:37 AM

cntl+W

11/1/2007 12:29:07 AM

Alt+Tab

11/1/2007 12:29:27 AM

Apple + V until the chime sounds

11/1/2007 12:29:37 AM

allow me to repost

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""On this bridge," Lorca warns, "life is not a dream. Beware. And beware. And beware." And so many think because Then happened, Now isn't. But didn't I mention the ongoing "wow" is happening right now? We are all co-authors of this dancing exuberance where even our inabilities are having a roast. We are the authors of ourselves, co-authoring a gigantic Dostoevsky novel, starring clowns. This entire thing we're involved with called the world, is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be. Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments, flabbergasted to be in each other's presence. The world is an exam to see if we can rise into direct experience. Our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it. Matter is here as a test for our curiosity. Doubt is here as an exam for our vitality. Thomas Mann wrote that he would rather participate in life than write 100 stories. Giacometti was once run down by a car, and he recalled falling into a lucid faint, a sudden exhilaration, as he realized that at last something was happening to him. An assumption develops that you cannot understand life and live life simultaneously. I do not agree entirely. Which is to say I do not exactly disagree. I would say that life understood is life lived. But the paradoxes bug me, and I can learn to love and make love to the paradoxes that bug me. And on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion. Before you drift off, don't forget. Which is to say, remember. Because remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than forgetting. Lorca, in that same poem said that the iguana will bite those who do not dream. And as one realizes that one is a dream figure in another person's dream, that is self awareness."

that any better?


how bout a pic to go along with?



[Edited on November 1, 2007 at 12:35 AM. Reason : picture for suppport]

11/1/2007 12:34:03 AM

Quote :

"allow me to repost"

again...

Quote :

"WAT"

11/1/2007 12:34:38 AM

no u

11/1/2007 12:35:02 AM

After reading the first sentence, I see the text has no relevance to me.

Hooray for text... Ooh, and he added a picture. Meh.

[Edited on November 1, 2007 at 12:38 AM. Reason : .]

11/1/2007 12:35:17 AM

in a thread titled "We Are the Authors"

followed by a giant block of text

I expect that text to be compelling, or at least well-written

or at least have correct punctuation/capitalization


[Edited on November 1, 2007 at 12:44 AM. Reason : actually, no I don't...but I'm damn sure not going to read it unless it meets above requirements]

11/1/2007 12:37:03 AM

im just not gonna read it, period

11/1/2007 12:43:21 AM

you should read it

11/1/2007 12:49:56 AM

i like the writer's juxtaposition of present and past

11/1/2007 1:11:44 AM

BRICK OF TEXT.

11/1/2007 1:12:06 AM

wwwwwwwwwoooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrdddddddddddddddsssssssssssssssssss.

11/1/2007 1:13:17 AM

Love of my entrails, living death,
I await in vain your written word
and I think, with the withering flower,
that if I live without myself I want to lose you.

The air is immortal. The inert stone
Neither knows shade nor avoids it
The inner heart has no need
of the honey that the moon spills forth.

But I suffered you. I tore at my veins,
Tiger and dove, about your waist
In a duel of nibbles and lilies.

Fill, then, my madness with words
Or let me live in my serene
Night of the soul forever dark.




*Lorca was gay.
** Leonard Cohen loves Lorca.
*** I love Lorca.

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"Thomas Mann wrote that he would rather participate in life than write 100 stories"

That's hilarious, considering how much he fucking wrote. I mean, The Magic Mountain alone is about 700 pages long.

[Edited on November 1, 2007 at 1:17 AM. Reason : .]

11/1/2007 1:14:21 AM

Our critique began as all critiques begin: with doubt. Doubt became our narrative. Ours was a quest for a new story, our own. And we grasped toward this new history driven by the suspicion that ordinary language couldn't tell it.

Our past appeared frozen in the distance, and our every gesture and accent signified the negation of the old world and the reach for a new one. The way we lived created a new situation, one of exuberance and friendship, that of a subversive microsociety, in the heart of a society which ignored it. Art was not the goal but the occasion and the method for locating our specific rhythm and buried possibilities of our time.

The discovery of a true communication was what it was about, or at least the quest for such a communication. The adventure of finding it and losing it. We the unappeased, the unaccepting continued looking, filling in the silences with our own wishes, fears and fantasies.

Driven forward by the fact that no matter how empty the world seemed, no matter how degraded and used up the world appeared to us, we knew that anything was still possible. And, given the right circumstances, a new world was just as likely as an old one.

11/7/2007 1:35:05 PM

Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. And this is where I think language came from. It came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another.

And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival. Like "water." We came up with a sound for that. Or "Saber-toothed tiger right behind you." We came up with a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing.

What is frustration? Or what is anger or love? When I say "love," the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person's ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, through their memories of love or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying and they say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They're just symbols. They're dead. And so much of our experience is intangible.

So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed. It's unspeakable. And yet, when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we've connected, and we think that we're understood, we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but it's what we live for.

11/7/2007 10:38:27 PM

Can't you say these things without sounding so cliché?

11/7/2007 10:51:56 PM

too long, did not read

and also

[words]

11/7/2007 10:52:32 PM

so... you're in Halpern's class?

11/7/2007 10:52:38 PM

If we're looking at the highlights of human development, you have to look at the evolution of the organism and then at the development of its interaction with the environment. Evolution of the organism will begin with the evolution of life perceived through the hominid coming to the evolution of mankind. Neanderthal and Cro-Magnon man. Now, interestingly, what you're looking at here are three strings: biological, anthropological -- development of the cities -- and cultural, which is human expression.

Now, what you've seen here is the evolution of populations, not so much the evolution of individuals. And in addition, if you look at the time scales that are involved here -- two billion years for life, six million years for the hominid, 100,000 years for mankind as we know it -- you're beginning to see the telescoping nature of the evolutionary paradigm. And then when you get to agricultural, when you get to scientific revolution and industrial revolution, you're looking at 10,000 years, 400 years, 150 years. Uou're seeing a further telescoping of this evolutionary time. What that means is that as we go through the new evolution, it's gonna telescope to the point we should be able to see it manifest itself within our lifetime, within this generation.

The new evolution stems from information, and it stems from two types of information: digital and analog. The digital is artificial intelligence. The analog results from molecular biology, the cloning of the organism. And you knit the two together with neurobiology. Before on the old evolutionary paradigm, one would die and the other would grow and dominate. But under the new paradigm, they would exist as a mutually supportive, noncompetitive grouping. Okay, independent from the external.

And what is interesting here is that evolution now becomes an individually centered process, emanating from the needs and desires of the individual, and not an external process, a passive process where the individual is just at the whim of the collective. So, you produce a neo-human, okay, with a new individuality and a new consciousness. But that's only the beginning of the evolutionary cycle because as the next cycle proceeds, the input is now this new intelligence. As intelligence piles on intelligence, as ability piles on ability, the speed changes. Until what? Until we reach a crescendo in a way could be imagined as an enormous instantaneous fulfillment of human? human and neo-human potential. It could be something totally different. It could be the amplification of the individual, the multiplication of individual existences. Parallel existences now with the individual no longer restricted by time and space.

And the manifestations of this neo-human-type evolution, manifestations could be dramatically counter-intuitive. That's the interesting part. The old evolution is cold. It's sterile. It's efficient, okay? And its manifestations of those social adaptations. We're talking about parasitism, dominance, morality, okay? Uh, war, predation, these would be subject to de-emphasis. These will be subject to de-evolution. The new evolutionary paradigm will give us the human traits of truth, of loyalty, of justice, of freedom. These will be the manifestations of the new evolution. And that is what we would hope to see from this. That would be nice.

11/9/2007 2:51:02 AM

OUR PARENTS WARNED US ABOUT!

11/9/2007 3:01:50 AM

http://youtube.com/watch?v=saxX-Z6w3p4

11/9/2007 8:36:46 PM