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La Jetée, Chris Marker.

Oh, what a film…

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Neoliberalism tends on the whole to favour severing the economy from social realities and thereby constructing, in reality, an economic system conforming to its description in pure theory, that is a sort of logical machine that presents itself as a chain of constraints regulating economic agents.
Pierre Bourdieu, “The Essence of Neoliberalism” (via motheatonn)

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Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.
Ernest Hemingway, A Literary Reference (via leslieseuffert)

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Yet this is how matters stand regarding seeking and finding “truth” within the realm of reason. If I make up the definition of a mammal, and then, after inspecting a camel, declare “look, a mammal,” I have indeed brought a truth to light in this way, but it is a truth of limited value. That is to say, it is a thoroughly anthropomorphic truth which contains not a single point which would be “true in itself” or really and universally valid apart from man. At bottom, what the investigator of such truths is seeking is only the metamorphosis of the world into man. He strives to understand the world as something analogous to man, and at best he achieves by his struggles the feeling of assimilation. Similar to the way in which astrologers considered the stars to be in man’s service and connected with his happiness and sorrow, such an investigator considers the entire universe in connection with man: the entire universe as the infinitely fractured echo of one original sound—man; the entire universe as the infinitely multiplied copy of one original image—man. His method is to treat man as the measure of all things, but in doing so he again proceeds from the error of believing that he has these things [which he intends to measure] immediately before him as mere objects. He forgets that the original perceptual metaphors are metaphors and takes them to be the things themselves.
Friedrich Nietzsche, “On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense” (via heteroglossia)
jennli123:

I redid it in color. Black children are denied their innocence and childhood, even in death.

jennli123:

I redid it in color. Black children are denied their innocence and childhood, even in death.

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The less you eat, drink and buy books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorise, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save – the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor rust will devour – your capital. The less you are, the less you express your own life, the more you have, i.e., the greater is your alienated life, the greater is the store of your estranged being.
This is brilliant Karl!

Karl Marx - Economic and Philosophical Manuscripts 1844 (via dailymarx)

Anticipating a critique of human capital.

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darksilenceinsuburbia:

Artur Bordalo

Street art on train tracks throughout Portugal

Portuguese artist Artur Bordalo (also known as Bordalo II) has created a series of street art over various train tracks throughout Portugal. The art has caught the eye of many, as it offers a bright contrast to the earthy tones of the railways. Visit Bordalo’swebsite or Facebook page to see more of his work.

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Carl Andre now now, 1967 typewriting and ink on paper, 8 1/4 x 8 inches (21 x 20.3 cm)

Carl Andre
now now, 1967 
typewriting and ink on paper, 8 1/4 x 8 inches (21 x 20.3 cm)

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iamroyalbum:

Never forget. RIP to the lives of those lost on this tragic day to Hurricane Katrina. #NOLA #Louisiana (at Royal Bum LLC Headquarters)

iamroyalbum:

Never forget. RIP to the lives of those lost on this tragic day to Hurricane Katrina. #NOLA #Louisiana (at Royal Bum LLC Headquarters)

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magictransistor:

Lefevre D’Etaple. The Active Scholar, Epitome. 1510.


Um…yes!!!

magictransistor:

Lefevre D’Etaple. The Active Scholar, Epitome. 1510.

Um…yes!!!

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Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death—ought to decide, indeed, to earn one’s death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible to life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return. One must negotiate this passage as nobly as possible, for the sake of those who are coming after us.
James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time (via et—cetera)

HUZZAH

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