So plant the thought and watch it grow
Wind it up and let it go.
-The Swell Season-
Naomi Campbell. <3
The Great Automatic Grammatizator
“But on the whole, it was a satisfactory beginning. This last year- the first full year of the machine’s operation- it was estimated that at least one half of all the novels and stories published in the English language were produced by Adolph Knipe upon the Great Automatic Grammatizator.
Does this surprise you?
I doubt it.
And worse is yet to come. Today, as the secret spreads, many more are hurrying to tie up with Mr. Knipe. And all the time the screw turns tighter for those who hesitate to sign their names.
This very moment, as I sit here listening to the howling of my nine starving children in the other room, I can feel my own hand creeping closer and closer to that golden contract that lies over on the other side of the desk.
Give us strength, Oh Lord, to let our children starve.”
-Roald Dahl
amax:
Eugenio Recuenco
Question
Are people defined by what they do or how they do it?
One defines their self through their choices, which applies to both what they choose to do and how they choose to do it.
Or is one already defined and and then expressing that self through their choices? Or discovering their self through their choices?
Harrowdown Hill, Thom Yorke
Don’t walk the plank like I did
you will be dispensed with
when you’ve become inconvenient
Up on Harrowdown Hill
the way you used to go to school
that’s where I am
that’s where I’m lying down
Did I fall or was I pushed?
did I fall or was I pushed?
and where’s the blood?
and where’s the blood?
But I’m coming home
I’m coming home
to make it alright,
so dry your eyes
We think the same things at the same time
we just can’t do anything about it
We think the same things at the same time
we just can’t do anything about it
So don’t ask me, ask the ministry
don’t ask me, ask the ministry
We think the same things at the same time
there are so many of us
so you can’t count
We think the same things at the same time
there are so many of us
so you can’t count…
Can you see me when I am running?
can you see me when I am running?
away from there…
away from there…
I can’t take the pressure
no one cares if you live or die
they just want me gone
they want me gone
And I’m coming home
I’m coming home
to make it all right
so dry your eyes
we think the same things at the same time
we just can’t do anything about it
We think the same things at the same time
there are too many of us so you can’t
there are too many of us so you can’t count…
It was me walking to the back of Harrowdown Hill
it was me walking to the back of Harrowdown Hill
It was a slippery, slippery, slippery slope
it was a slippery, slippery, slippery slope
I felt me slipping in and out of consciousness
I felt me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me…
Thank you Chris.
amax:
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How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?
THE SITUATION - In Washington , DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.
About 4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
At 6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
At 10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.
At 45 minutes: The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while.
About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
After 1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.
This experiment raised several questions:
*In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
*If so, do we stop to appreciate it?
*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made …Click here to see the footage.
We don’t perceive beauty anywhere. That’s why the world is the way it is. Full of fear and hatred for one and other. Do you really think that if love wasn’t in the short supply that it is that we would be as animalstic to one and other? Of course not. But alas this is not the case. And as soon as the beautiful things from this world pass and there is no music left to listen to, people will eat each other.
Sweet Jane.
