The smartest bees are those who do their jobs on the edges of a flower patch, where the others don't go for fear of the limit. (I'm the only one congratulating them.)
How do I feel about Van Gogh? I remember his self-portrait, those eyes and cheekbones protruding as if he was piercing the viewers sense of self not to become him but rather to question and boldly look into the terrifying space with an attention to detail and simultaneously having reckless abandon. He has an aesthetic look to him, "fiery eyes," but I see him looking at you more than at a picture he's about to paint. He must've looked into a mirror while or before he painted. The sense of engagement hints that it is indeed during his painting. His plea has a sense of independence to it, knowing that it is right yet unattainable. "No, Van Gogh was not mad, but his paintings were wildfire atomic bombs." -Antonin Artaud
The most evil thing Antonin Artaud did was against those who identify with him. He gave those evil psychiatrists more information on the disease than they should have, thereby diagnosing more people with the disease. To what extent does this fit into Artaud's larger motif of making people feel his sickness? Perfectly! But he fails to take into account our desires, it's always him, him, him! I wish to ask my friends what they want out of their lives...
For those who aren't sure, they know deep down that all desire precedes experience, just like Freud said.
The cry of the painting "The Scream" precends not experience, but memorable experience. Artaud's cry comes back to haunt him when he refuses to publish his letters based on the fact that they are going to be altered. Idealism as a defense mechanism for one's fear of not being heard. The cry is useless unless heard, for the crier it does nothing, only as secondary effects and consequences of Nietzschean power.
Be a better listener than a converser and you will be told.
Do not encourage bad behavior, yet do not condemn.
Lack of fire, certainty in action, and faith in the fate of myself and faith in the beginning stirs of consciousness.
Self criticism over social criticism.
What can we teach a horse? Anything provided it is desirable and there are learning obstacles in between stages.
How will I quit smoking? Only slowly but surely, for the negative consequences are long term!
My strong will is luckily directed inward, toward self-knowledge.
I'd like to think I'd be a benevolent leader, better at opposing evil power structures than making good ones.
"And thus it will happen one day that a man will be born again, just like me... and in a better land they will meet and contemplate each other a long time: and finally the woman will give her hand to the man."
As soon as it goes in I feel it. We live in such comfort, as do the animals we give shelter to. We have so many experiences in life, yet we forget so much, relying on the evil yet trustworthy generalizing emotions which keep our friendships intact. When off at college, we want to make ourselves new. While at home we want to return to the good old days. What happened? Instead of digging for old memories we sought new memories, which were futile without our old ones.
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