Rejection of Mediocrity

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Blue Poles, Bazooka & Snake Charmer, Marilyn Minter (enamel on metal)

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They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed I wept as I remembered how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.

Callimachus

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Moderation has been declared a virtue so as to curb the ambition of the great and console lesser folk for their lack of fortune and merit.

La Rochefoucauld, Maxim 308

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Dan - Francoise Nielly

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“I was a mere fly in the eyes of all this world, a nasty, disgusting fly - more intelligent, more highly developed, more refined in feeling than any of them, of course - but a fly that was continually making way for everyone, insulted and injured by everyone.”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky - Notes From Underground

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The Sailor’s Farewell -  Pompeo Mariani (1897)

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New Bronze Age Spoon - Melissa Gamwell

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Безобразная сущность Совершенное тело И безумный разум Разбивающийся о камни

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Doublefaced No. 30 - Sebastian Bieniek

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The New Cruelty - James Bareham

"...a series of still-life images of preserved human skulls, bodies and various internal organs featured in the famous Bodies Exhibition."

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One-eyed Rosiness

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What's the significance of that poem?

I had written the poem down in a notebook a few years ago, not knowing the author.

I came across it again this week by chance, and thought I might post it here. However, when I was searching for the poet who wrote it (in order to cite them), I found an old blog of mine that I had forgotten existed. It was the first ever blog I ran, a wordpress, where I published a little bit of writing here and there, some short stories, a few essays.

It just struck me as beautifully fitting, given natural cycles was one of the  themes of the poem, that I rediscovered an old blog while trying to post something on a new blog.

Perhaps it is insignificant, but it appeared to me to be one of those beautiful little moments, when the universe seems to manifest itself as intelligent as it pulls together several different strings, from several different points in time and place, and brings them together in order to create a new moment, where you are able to realise how ridiculous the notion of an isolated incident really is.

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Keinyo White

"Everything is revealed to all men as they desire it to be revealed to them, by their own definitions alone. " - Miyamoto Musashi

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Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment , until it becomes a memory.

Dr. Seuss

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One day i will die; I may be eaten by earthworms caught for fishing; the snare that caught the trout a man will use to feed his family. Nothing ever really goes away.

Dave Feucht

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Adrian Schiegl

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Designer Drugs - Steve Kraitt

"...according to him a good photograph is like a good joke : if you had to explain it, it just isn’t that good"