- Riots work
- Let this radicalize us
- Act aggressively, more aggressive tactics, aggressive tactics, turn more aggressive, strong police response, heavy police presence, boiled over, clash, clashes, forcefully clash, rough police treatment, enforce curfew, deploy
- Why the Democratic Party exists
- For example
- How to be antifa from your couch
- Left critique of current protests
- Parallel universes
- What is the post-human?
- Hell is empty and all stupid is here
- Abandoned above bigger at other place
TERMINATOR TOO
Tom Clark
Poetry, Woodsworth
wrote, will have no
easy time of it when
the discriminating
powers of the mind
are so blunted that
all voluntary
exertion dies, and
the general
public is reduced
to a state of near
savage torpor, morose,
stuporous, with
no attention span
whatsoever; nor will
the tranquil rustling
of the lyric, drowned out
by the heavy, dull
coagulation
of persons in cities,
where a uniformity
of occupations breeds
cravings for sensation
which hourly visual
communication of
instant intelligence
gratifies like crazy,
likely survive this age.
speaking of wordsworth and "the discriminating power of the mind" -
ReplyDeleteTheories of the mind: Wordsworth's anticipation of neural Darwinism
MG Miller - Mosaic: A Journal for the Interdisciplinary Study of Literature - 1995
The major postulates of Neural Darwinism, Gerald M. Edelman's recent revolutionary theory of how the mind works, are shown to have been intuited in william Wordsworth's poetry.
alan richardson goes further into the topic in british romanticism and the science of the mind
The Tables Turned
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Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
The sun above the mountain's head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There's more of wisdom in it.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless—
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—
We murder to dissect.
Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.
Thank you for reminding me. Need to re-read "Lyric ballads".
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