January 2012
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you are..
You are the slur against my obsidian detritus You are an immigrant mitigated to a snaking purlieu You are the Mersenne Prime beyond my Euclid You are the iyari beyond my Moirai You are the caveat before my fatwa You are the absinthe beyond my phantasm You are the annexure beyond the Aztecs You are the peregrine before my acidic Akhetaten You are the dinero before my dearth You are the corona...
Jan 27th
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the heresy files : how inquisition ignited the... →
“But consider what an inquisition – any inquisition – really is: a set of disciplinary procedures targeting specific groups, codified in law, organised systematically, enforced by surveillance, exemplified by severity, sustained over time, backed by institutional power and justified by a vision of the one true path. Considered that way, the Inquisition is more accurately seen not as a relic...
Jan 27th
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Where?
At night in the crumbling rockmass. In trouble’s rubble and scree, in slowest tumult, the wisdom-pit named Never. Water needles stitch up the split shadow – it fights its way deeper down, free By Paul Celan 
Jan 26th
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Salome
I scissor the stem of the red carnation and set it in a bowl of water. It floats the way your head would,    if I cut it off. But what if I tore you apart    for those afternoons when I was fifteen and so like a bird of paradise    slaughtered for its feathers.    Even my name suggested wings,    wicker cages, flight. Come, sit on my lap, you said.    I felt as if I had flown there;    I was...
Jan 26th
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kurt vonnegut : born into prosperity, raised in... →
Vonnegut had been trying to shape the material that became Slaughterhouse-Five for twenty years. Rare for writers—rare for anybody—this most formative experience may have befallen him not as a child, but in young manhood. As a World War II POW, he had narrowly escaped the Allied firebombing of Dresden in an underground slaughterhouse. He emerged the next morning to find the whole city transformed...
Jan 26th
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the other vitruvian man  →
This was more than a geometrical statement. Ancient thinkers had long invested the circle and the square with symbolic powers. The circle represented the cosmic and the divine; the square, the earthly and the secular. Anyone proposing that a man could be made to fit inside both shapes was making a metaphysical proposition: The human body wasn’t just designed according to the principles that...
Jan 26th
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the method to monarch programming →
“2. BETA -This is a combination of Alpha ; “logic” programming and Beta primordial (primitive mind) sex programming. This programming eliminates learned moral convictions and stimulates the primitive sexual instincts devoid of inhibitions. This training Program (usually for women) is for developing the “ultimate prostitute”…a sex machine. This is the most...
Jan 25th
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12 [ hard learned ] lessons for evolutionary... →
“The current overemphasis on mating-related phenomena in evolutionary psychology probably reflects a tendency to begin with the easy topics” XD
Jan 25th
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a complete list of unsolved cryptograms and... →
“ A circular clay tablet about six inches across, discovered in Crete in the early 1900s, and believed to date back to 1800 BC. With an “alphabet” of 45 different symbols, 241 signs are stamped into both sides in spiral patterns. There has been much speculation about its meaning, with wildly variant claimed solutions so far. It’s also been suggested that the disk might turn...
Jan 25th
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portrait parle  →
“it deserves repeating that Bertillon never dealt with crime scene latent ear impressions, developed in the manner latent fingerprints are made visible, and their measurement, photography, preservation, or uniqueness. In fact, Bertillon’s anthropometry did not deal with crime scene traces at all. It was strictly a system whereby, supposedly, the identity of a person recently arrested...
Jan 25th
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we too went on drinking, soul-crossed, two daggers, sewn onto heavenstones, wornblood-born in the night bed by paul celan 
Jan 25th
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An end to the granting of names, over you I cast...
Jan 25th
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psycholinguistically glossolalia →
Jan 25th
in the footsteps of giants  →
Jan 25th
on to the next one.  this one has been done. 
Jan 23rd
letters of joseph roth →
Jan 23rd
gluttony goes viral →
Jan 23rd
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psychoanalysing the "other" freud →
Jan 23rd
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the interior minefield of mens rea
Keep on as much as you like. Trust in the murmur’s inexhaustibility. - Andre Breton In jazz every musician, despite the instrument, needs to think like a drummer. Years later, I have come to believe that in investigative psychology every profiler needs to think like a sniper. The mezzo aphorism stands somewhat undefeated in the prevalent zeitgeist of criminal profiling. The inexact...
Jan 21st
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i want to live close to you →
LOVE Jacob Felländer
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all the members of my tribe are liars
That’s why the missionary, on his guard,    Is wondering why the cannibal’s so merry,    And why it is so very very hard To be a missionary. - John Fuller 
Jan 21st
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A Dialogue between Caliban and Ariel
Ar. Now you have been taught words and I am free,          My pine struck open, your thick tongue untied,          And bells call out the music of the sea.       From this advantage I can clearly see       You will abuse me in your grovelling pride       Now you have been taught words: and I am free       To pinch and bully you eternally,       Swish round the island while the mermaids...
Jan 21st
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the island of lampedusa  →
everyone is an immigrant. 
Jan 21st
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poete maudit et dieu  →
Jan 21st
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freud un-engineered →
Jan 21st
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Jan 21st
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“Now that all is silent within me, will I, who have hardly known how to talk to myself, still be able to speak? I almost cannot hear myself any more. On this ‘almost’ I shall rest my words or, rather, what stub- bornly still wants to be words—though they be deaf ...
Jan 20th
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On ne découvre pas de terre nouvelle sans consentir à perdre de vue, d’abord et longtemps, tout rivage. One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore. - Gide 
Jan 20th
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… the true writer, as we see him, is the thrall of his time, its serf and bondsman, its lower slave. He is fettered it on a short, unbreakable chain, shackled to it as tight as can be. His lack of freedom must be so great that he could not be transplanted anywhere else. In fact, if it did not sound ludicrous, I would simply say: he is the dog of his time. Elias Canetti, The Conscience of...
Jan 20th
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valiant en abyme
Our grand peregrinations through these temporary cities, These pale window box poppies of the laughing class, Drifting as if time came in the same long dollops as starlight, Resemble an epic journey as a coffee bean resembles a llama’s foot, Though the kitchen table may be far from the desert It’s near in spirit, a yellow oasis before the wind Starts its restless sweeping of white flower-dust...
Jan 20th
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Ceriserie
Music: Sexual misery is wearing you out. Music: Known as the Philosopher’s Stair for the world-weariness which climbing it inspires. One gets nowhere with it. Paris: St-Sulpice in shrouds. Paris: You’re falling into disrepair, Eiffel Tower this means you! Swathed in gold paint, Enguerrand Quarton whispering come with me under the shadow of this gold leaf. Music: The unless of a certain...
Jan 20th
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"Words are inside breath, as the earth is inside...
Jan 20th
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Mark the first page of the book with a red marker. For,  in the beginning, the wound is invisible.  - Reb Alcé      “What is going on behind this door?”     “A book is shedding its leaves.”     at the threshold of a book - edmond jabes
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Jan 17th
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This is what they say Some things can’t be undone. A peeled orange. A quartered pig. Time. Words. Sometimes we open our mouths and our fathers and mothers crawl up from out of our throats. They grasp at our teeth and lips and pull themselves up like babies from a birth canal, peaking their heads out, roaring like hungry little bears, their gasoline voices wrapped in barbed wire, lit matches in...
Jan 17th
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