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I am making my brain bleed again, from the inside. I am doing something painful and visceral. I am writing something for submission to This.
Why does it feel like my mind is full of spikes when I do these things? The question is rhetorical. i am mad doktor combat philosopher again.
mmm. autopsy...
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Beowulf...
I saw Julian Glover tell portions of this tale on the BBC's Michael Wood on Beowulf and was absolutely enthralled. Here, John Gielgud introduces another telling by Glover. This, my dear friends, is how stories are told - the oldest story left in English. This how they live, and breathe.
Learn well, and listen.
For anyone local, I have managed to get ( Read more... ) -
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I honestly think the new Devildriver album is their best so far. Can't quite put my finger on why. -
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There are many voices here, and I'm never sure whose tongue they come from. A ghost in the mouth of an electric space that fizzes with the memory of dust and concrete? Somewhere, buried in childhood, stuffed into the back pocket of memory that has gone glassy, I learned to talk. Not language. Staring up at the ceiling, hearing the ceramic ships ( Read more... ) -
From a dry and quiet war, by Tony Daniel
"They sucked down my heart
to a little black hole
You cannot stab me.
They wrote down my brain
on a hard knot of space,
You cannot turn me.
Icicle spike
from the eye of a star
I've come to kill you."
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Point.
(Nov. 1887-March 1888)
The very obscure and arbitrary idea that mankind has a single task to perform, that it is moving as a whole towards some goal, is still very young. Perhaps we shall be rid of it again before it becomes a "fixed idea"--
This mankind is not a whole: it is an inextricable multiplicity of ascending and descending life-processes--it ( Read more... )
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