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I'm Chris: Poet, lover of academy and porch, sidewalk and turning row. I am looking for everyone discovering her hands and camera trying to overstand the in between.

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"Civilization is entirely the product of phonetic literacy. As it dissolves with the electronic revolution, we rediscover a tribal integral awareness that manifests itself in a complete shift in our sensory lives....This new electronic environment itself constitutes an inner trip, collectively, without benefit of drugs. The impulse to use hallucinogens is a kind of empathy with the electronic environment." - Marshall McLuhan
November 21, 08
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A lady named Kathy wrote this to me from Dubois, Indiana the other
day:

“What big ideas are important to little kids? Well, the biggest
idea I think they need is that what they are learning isn’t
idiosyncratic — that this is some system to it all and it’s not just
raining down on them as they helplessly absorb. That’s the task, to
understand, to make coherent.”

Kathy has it wrong. The first lesson I teach is confusion.
Everything I teach is out of context… I teach the unrelating of
everything. I teach disconnections. I teach too much: the orbiting of
planets, the law of large numbers, slavery, adjectives, architectural
drawing, dance, gymnasium, choral singing, assemblies, surprise guests,
fire drills, computer languages, parent’s nights, staff-development
days, pull-out programs, guidance with strangers you may never see
again, standardized tests, age-segregation unlike anything seen in the
outside world… what do any of these things have to do with each
other?

Even in the best schools a close examination of curriculum and its
sequences turns up a lack of coherence, full of internal contradictions.
Fortunately the children have no words to define the panic and anger
they feel at constant violations of natural order and sequence fobbed
off on them as quality in education. The logic of the school-mind is
that it is better to leave school with a tool kit of superficial jargon
derived from economics, sociology, natural science and so on than to
leave with one genuine enthusiasm. But quality in education entails
learning about something in depth. Confusion is thrust upon kids by too
many strange adults, each working alone with only the thinnest
relationship with each other, pretending for the most part, to an
expertise they do not possess.

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There is no period through Dylan’s life where he wasn’t wonderful - I’ve learned this.
i love that man more than words can say



I like what Bono said about Bob Dylan in Rolling Stone:
“The reason I’m never bored of Bob Dylan is because there are so many of them.”
thewayoftheworld:

lamf:

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noliesjustlove:
There is no period through Dylan’s life where he wasn’t wonderful - I’ve learned this.
i love that man more than words can say



I like what Bono said about Bob Dylan in Rolling Stone:
“The reason I’m never bored of Bob Dylan is because there are so many of them.”

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noliesjustlove:

There is no period through Dylan’s life where he wasn’t wonderful - I’ve learned this.
i love that man more than words can say

I like what Bono said about Bob Dylan in Rolling Stone:

“The reason I’m never bored of Bob Dylan is because there are so many of them.”

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“Just what is it that makes today’s homes so different, so appealing?” by Robert Hamilton (1956) - considered by some historians to be the first example of Pop Art.bebelestrange:

“Just what is it that makes today’s homes so different, so appealing?” by Robert Hamilton (1956) - considered by some historians to be the first example of Pop Art.

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“Just what is it that makes today’s homes so different, so appealing?” by Robert Hamilton (1956) - considered by some historians to be the first example of Pop Art.
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longwinter:

Whose woods these are I think I know.  His house is in the village, though;  He will not see me stopping here  To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer  To stop without a farmhouse near  Between the woods and frozen lake  The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake  To ask if there’s some mistake.  The only other sound’s the sweep  Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,  But I have promises to keep,  And miles to go before I sleep,  And miles to go before I sleep.

- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost.


(photo via lavenderlines)



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breathsoftruth:

longwinter:

Whose woods these are I think I know.  His house is in the village, though;  He will not see me stopping here  To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer  To stop without a farmhouse near  Between the woods and frozen lake  The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake  To ask if there’s some mistake.  The only other sound’s the sweep  Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,  But I have promises to keep,  And miles to go before I sleep,  And miles to go before I sleep.

- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost.


(photo via lavenderlines)

pterodactyl:

breathsoftruth:

longwinter:

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost.

(photo via lavenderlines)

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ASIFA-Hollywood Animation Archive: Illustration: Maxfield Parrish’s Arabian Nights 1909

“Conditions are never perfect. ‘Someday’ is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you. If it’s important to you and you want to do it ‘eventually’, just do it and correct the course along the way.”

—Tim Ferriss, The Timing is Never Right (via skysignal) (via theloveyturtle) (via peterwknox)
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“Nothing gives one person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances”

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“…We have considered the depth of the world and the depth of our souls. But we are in a world only through a community of men. And we can discover our souls only through the mirror of those who look at us. There is not depth of life without depth of the common life.”

—Paul Tillich in The Shaking Of The Foundations (via kylebingman)
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“(Seeing is Forgetting the Name of the Thing One Sees, a book about Irwin) has convinced more young people to become artists than the Velvet Underground has created rockers.”

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Stuart Sutcliffe, by Astrid Kirchherr
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“If having things turn out the way you want them to is a measure of a successful life, then some would say I was a failure. The important thing is not to be bitter over life’s disappointments. Learn to let go of the past and recognize that every day won’t be silence and when you find yourself lost in the darkness and despair, remember it’s only in the black or night that you can see the stars and those stars lead you back home. So don’t be afraid to make mistakes or stumble and fall because most of the time, the greatest rewards come from the things that scare you most. Maybe you’ll get everything you wish for or maybe you’ll get more than you could ever imagine. Who knows where life will take you? The road is long and in the end, the journey is the destination.”

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