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Sonnet
Though my life there trembles without plaint,
without a sigh a deep-dark melancholy.
The pure and snowy blossoming of my dreams
is the consecration of my stillest days.
But oftentimes the great question crosses
my path. I become small and go
coldly past as though along some lake
whose flood I have not hardihood to measure.
And then a sorrow sinks upon me, dusky
as the gray of lusterless summer nights
through which a star glimmers- now and then-:
My hands then gropingly reach out for love,
because I want so much to pray sounds
that my hot mouth cannot find. . . .
-Rainer Maria Rilke
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| Because Livejournal is down and my voice refuses to be silenced, I'm
resorting to Xanga for a rant about my second off-campus party which
got broken up by the cops. The neighbors (after coming up to see
what was going on) called the cops and complained just because they
couldn't "watch their movie". What prissy fucks, especially the
day before he was yelling and beating and stomping around with his
girlfriend. We talked with the first floor neighbors and they
were surprised that the second floor neighbors had done it, especially
since most of the time is spent being loud idiots. Next time the
whole house smells like marijana because of the second floor neighbors,
I'll be ready to call the cops on them.
Fuckers.
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| As it turns out, break won't quite be a 'break'.
Instead, I have to haul my ass to California along materials for three
of my classes where I need to a) study for my Russian midterm b)
research about my debate topic c) write an 8-10 page midterm paper and
c) think about my final research paper.
Raquel, know any good 24 hour cafes in the area we can plug into our philosophy and chill?
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| I made this comment before to Raquel, I thought it would be a good idea to repeat here.
Poet and writer Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, "the use of life is to
learn metaphor." Explicitly, he meant that we must see things in
terms of another. Trying to understand, what one does not or
possibly cannot know.
The point of learning should be to challenge one's self as much as they
can, in various different ways. If it means to adopt your
opposing view's perspective and try to see how they would justify their
perspectives, yes. I think that our society is too emotional, too
distrustful, and too comfortable with ourselves. We see criticism
in terms of "bad", instead of a means of improvement. What is
most difficult is when I feel like I must censor my views around others
for their mental/emotional state. However, my criticisms aren't
racist or classist is prejudiced towards what others can't
changed. Simply put, it is criticism to make us think, to make us
believe that there is more out there than a singular view.
So why am I not taking my own advice and challenging myself to look at
their views? Because I grew up with those views, those "common
sensical" notions of what is right and what is wrong.
Anyway, it's Friday night, now I'll go sip the rest of this raspberry wine and read.
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| To this end, does the church today still have any necessary role to play? Does it still have the right to exist? Or could one do without it. Quaeritur.
It seems to hinder rather than hasten this progress. But perhaps that
is its usefulness.- Certainly it has, over the years, become something
crude and boorish, something repellent to a more delicate intellect, to
a truly modern taste. Ought it not to become at least a little more
refined?- Today it alienates rather than seduces.- Which of us would be
a free spirit if the church did not exist? It is the church, and not
its poison, that repels us.- Apart from the church, we, too, love the
poison.- ....
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But let us return: the problem of the other origin of the "good," of the good as conceived by the man of ressentiment, demands its solution.
That
lambs dislike great birds of prey does not seem strage: only it gives
no ground for reproaching these birds of prey for bearing off little
lambs. And if the lambs say among themselves: "these birds of prey are
evil; and whoever is least like a bird of prey, but rather its
opposite, a lamb- would he not be good?" there is no reason to find
fault with this institution of an ideal, except perhaps that the birds
of prey might view it a little ironically and say: "we don't dislike them at all, these good little lambs; we even love them: nothing is more tasty than a tender lamb."
From "Genealogy of Morals", Essay One.
God I love Nietzsche... nothing is more tasty than a tender lamb.
[note to self: listening to stravinski while reading nietzsche is a really fucking good idea.] | | |
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