Yes, the world as a superstructure, the world as a spirit, weightless and abstract, of the same material with which thoughts are woven, and through which therefore they can move unhindered. A world that after three hundred years of natural science is left without mysteries. Everything is explained, everything is understood, everything lies within humanity’s horizons of comprehension, from the biggest, the universe, whose oldest observable light, the farthest boundary of the cosmos, dates from its birth fifteen billion years ago, to the smallest, the protons and neutrons and mesons of the atom. Even the phenomena that kill us we know about and understand, such as the bacteria and viruses that invade our bodies, attack our cells, and cause them to grow or die.

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bostonreview:

Oli Hazzard’s chapbook Within Habit has an epigraph from Archaelogical Theory: An Introduction: 
“the density of archaeological sites in the British landscape is so great that a line drawn through virtually anywhere will ‘clip’ a number of sites.” 
It is as if to say that meaningfulness is relative and random and can reside practically anywhere. And Hazzard proves this with his collection of twenty poems. Read the review here.

this looks cool

bostonreview:

Oli Hazzard’s chapbook Within Habit has an epigraph from Archaelogical Theory: An Introduction:

“the density of archaeological sites in the British landscape is so great that a line drawn through virtually anywhere will ‘clip’ a number of sites.”

It is as if to say that meaningfulness is relative and random and can reside practically anywhere. And Hazzard proves this with his collection of twenty poems. Read the review here.

this looks cool

sciencefriday:

Dune was one of those rare novels that inspired visions, great characters, and action, alien creatures never imagined, a planet whose starkness was particularly appealing to me.”

John Schoenherr on his amazing Dune artwork. See more here.

nishijimagi:

How I feel.

nishijimagi:

How I feel.

"Only a few years ago it had been different. Until I moved to Stockholm I had felt there was a continuity to my life, as if it stretched unbroken from childhood up to the present, held together by new connections, in a complex and ingenious pattern in which every phenomenon I saw was capable of evoking a memory which unleashed small landslides of feeling in me, some with a known source, others without. The people I encountered came from towns I had been to, they knew other people I had met, it was a network, and it was a tight mesh. But when I moved to Stockholm this flaring up of memories became rarer and rarer, and one day it ceased altogether. That is, I could still remember; what happened was that the memories no longer stirred anything in me. No longing, no wish to return, nothing. Just the memory, and a barely perceptible hint of an aversion to anything that was connected with it."

My Struggle,  Karl Ove Knausgaard

On the latest episode of Space Dandy, he enrolls in a high school where social class is determined by singing ability. Here is QT’s line in the final song.

I love this show.

architectureofdoom:

lost-pigeon:

(со страницы «Геометрия тишины» в разделе «Новости» — CODE RED)

Geometry of Silence, Filippo Minelli
artemisdreaming:

I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.
Jorge Luis Borges, The Aleph
Image:  Horacio Villalobos

artemisdreaming:

I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.

Jorge Luis Borges, The Aleph

Image:  Horacio Villalobos