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I try to rest at points.  I go outside, and I try to put it on the ground. I try to put my devastation on the ground. I try to put it on the ground and pay it. My devastation, I pay it.

Carrie Lorig, IV. Dreadful Contact

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Maria Lai, Untitled, (thread, paper, ink), 1978-1979 [M77 Gallery, Milano]

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from Becoming Animal by David Abram

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“In talking with my environment students, they wholeheartedly agree that they love the earth. But when I ask them the question of "Does the earth love you back?" there's a great deal of hesitation and reluctance and eyes cast down like, oh, gosh, I don't know. Are we even allowed to talk about that? That would mean that the earth had agency and that I was not an anonymous little blip on the landscape, that I was known by my home place.”

-Robin Wall Kimmerer interviewed by Krista Tippett in On Being

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Behind the scenes of Pans Labyrinth

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rip my fucking heart out it’d be less painful

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barbara kruger - exhibit 6

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Barbara Kruger’s never really talked about Supreme, the skate company who’s been ripping off her ideas and prints letter for letter, color for color, for their red-and-white logo, which you have seen, because it is everywhere. 

I emailed her casually to ask her about this. And today, she got back to me, and gave a candid statement on the matter of Supreme for the first time, ever, really. By emailing me a blank email, with an attachment. Which you can see above.

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Barbara Kruger (American, b. 1945, Newark, NJ, USA) - Untitled (The Meaning Of Life Is That It Stops)   Photograph and Type on Paper

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– Mary Oliver, “Of The Empire”

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From “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek” by Annie Dillard: “Intricacy”

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Jaakko Kahilaniemi

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The sharp, vital quick of dharmas dwelling in their dharma-positions is itself being-time. You must not by your own maneuvering make it into nothingness; you must not force it into being. You reckon time only as something that does nothing but pass by.  You do not understand it as something not yet arrived. Although our various understandings are time, there is no chance for them to be drawn in by time. There has never yet been anyone who supposed time to be coming and going who has penetrated to see it as being-time dwelling in its dharma-position.  What chance is there, then, for a time to arrive when you will break through the barrier? Even if someone did know that dwelling-position, who would be able truly to give an utterance that preserved what he had thus gained? And even were someone able to utter such an utterance at will, he could still not avoid groping to make his original face immediately present. Left entirely to the being-time of the unenlightened, both enlightenment and nirvana would be being-time that was nothing more than an aspect of going-and-coming. But no nets or cages remain for long - all is the immediate presencing here and now of being-time.

Dogen’s Shobogenzo Uji

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Michael Oman-Reagan:

Le Guin’s dedication page in “The Dispossessed” speaks so much about that book, her ideals, and about the kinds of justice she imagined possible — it is dedicated to “the” partner, not “my” partner — removing the idea of property and ownership from love.

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nothing happens without the pattern to hold it.

repetition builds the world.

if you want to change the world, change the pattern.