holyfuckingshit40000.blogspot.com, 20 volume Orwell set. Brand new, at the College. Absolute political, prosaic, poetic, epistolary, and, of course...moreholyfuckingshit40000.blogspot.com, 20 volume Orwell set. Brand new, at the College. Absolute political, prosaic, poetic, epistolary, and, of course, most importantly, proletarian dopeness. Orwell is also clearly a master poetic architect possessing and wielding, once again, his signature immensity of clarity. This one I found appropriate for the current autumnal/summer meteorological tumults:
Summer-like for an instant the autumn sun bursts out, And the light through the turning elms is green and clear; It slants down the path and the ragged marigolds glow Fiery again, last flames of the dying year.
A blue-tit darts with a flash of wings, to feed Where the coconut hangs on the pear tree over the well; He digs at the meat like a tiny pickaxe tapping With his needle-sharp beak as he clings to the swinging shell.
The he runs up the trunk, sure-footed and sleek like a mouse, And perches to sun himself; all his body and brain Exult in the sudden sunlight, gladly believing That the cold is over and summer is here again.
But I see the umber clouds that drive for the sun, And a sorrow no argument ever can make away Goes through my heart as I think of the nearing winter, And the transient light that gleams like the ghost of May;
And the bird unaware, blessing the summer eternal, Joyfully labouring, proud in his strength, gay-plumed, Unaware of the hawk and the snow and the frost-bound nights, And of his death foredoomed.(less)
By sanctifying History in order to discredit God, Marxism has merely rendered Him more peculiar and more haunting. You can stifle every impulse in hum...moreBy sanctifying History in order to discredit God, Marxism has merely rendered Him more peculiar and more haunting. You can stifle every impulse in humanity except the need for an Absolute, which will survive the destruction of temples and even the disappearance of religion on earth. Russia and the Virus of Liberty, pg. 25.
Wow, History and Utopia is truly blowing my mind right now. I think I described it as a "mind orgasm" last night, but I was fresh off the dank and my descriptive capacities were severely impaired by the stupefying psychotropic in combination with the stunning content. Dark, pithy, isomorphic, resonant—concise, illustrious historical hallucinations.(less)
Stowed off with four out of the seven volumes of this behemoth from the community room of a pool I worked at; best decision of my summer, perhaps the...moreStowed off with four out of the seven volumes of this behemoth from the community room of a pool I worked at; best decision of my summer, perhaps the most fruitful theft of my life thus far. Gibbon is a eminent force to my reckoned with; a historical pièce de résistance; a most cunning, and comedic, linguist (and I have no doubts that my main mayn Gibbon here put his mastery of the tongue to good use on the ladies, as well—a cunnilingus on and off the page, if you will); a dramatic, tragic, and triumphant masterpiece. If you desire insight into the complexity of the human mind, and the expansive range of experience, behavior, and characters it can manifest, for God's sake read some, any, of The Decline and Fall, you proles. The richness of history + literature > psychology, philosophy (of mind), other such oft vapid drivel. Also, I have a newfound respect for the semicolon which heretofore I have had a severe distaste for. Gah, goddamnit Gibbon! you're such an exquisite stylist—reading you is like having your skull overbrimming with the kind of nerve ending activity usually reserved solely for the tip of a man's dickhead. History as a lascivious, sensuous act.(less)