"I went to the poetry of the past, and to poets of different landscapes, because I need everything to face the future. "
this being, among other things, a deeply meaningful essay on pursuing a full existence in proximity of ruins. brava Sofia. i'm moved.
everybody seemed to be acting off the same scripts, so that any and each day the view outside the window lulled you into the cheap, bleary reassurance that you were safe, that nothing would harm you, as long as you stuck to the script yourself
"It evolved from repetition, mimicry, and getting caught into cognitive loops, to eventually beginning to step out of this phase with ideas and expressions of its own."
didn't we all?
loved his Time Loops. this interview raises a lot of interesting points, and long self is effective shorthand for 4(5, 6, n)D worms, esp. when you need to frantically signal the concept in somebody's else dark.
@djbduncan
@vilmastuttle
there's an Italian paper by Amalda Ciani Ciuka, the second one in this pdf here: which is just about that, but doesn't seem to list much beyond hypotheses: 1) he's compiling "Retractationum libri duo", hence revising his previous texts;
"Research is almost always paid for by pharmaceutical companies. But studies done by industry are well known to have positive results far more frequently. Trials run by industry are 70% more likely than government funded trials to show a positive result."
How did we get here?
“The case against science is straightforward: much of the scientific literature, perhaps half, may simply be untrue” (Richard Horton)
#ebm
#bigpharma
"You are always in danger of being confronted with your incohesiveness, with evidence of a past self now rejected or a misinterpreted, misprocessed version of one’s archive being distributed as the real you."
"did it change your life?" is not the correct question.
"did your life change?" might be. the metrics would only barely shift.
and the reply is yes, tiny bits of it.
any and each day.
the year is far from being over but this is one of the best blog posts i've read in it. not an essay, not an article. capturing what in my head i've always perceived a blog to be: a box brimming with snippets of an author's life. so dazzling. thanks.
gorgeously translated or not, this is the antithesis of mysterious, winding sentences: with so few characters at hand, there’s very little room to go winding up, or down, or anywhere else
@Future_Toronto
more like you lie down in a field and you doze off then some noises wake you up and when you open your eyes you discover you're surrounded
even back then it was partial, imperfect information: i’d go for life-affirming *whatever* any time. and yet, how does one affirm life, in this day and age?
and on December 15, 2022 Ryan Oakley, on his blog, wrote: “Fuck art, make magic. Invoke, hex, conjure, pray, bind, worship, divine. Art is only an appropriation of magic.”
a few pages after that the reviewer posits that since for Jourdan writing was a tool for exploring what it meant to have come into being and how to live in the world and there die, he had no particular interest in seeing his work in print.