“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Shrouds They Have No Pockets

Fields, they have eyes
Woods, they have ears
Fish always sink
Stay close to downwards

Never dismount
I'll ride this tiger
Crosses are ladders
Leading to heaven

John Lydon, a poet. Miles Davis: “That cat is doing with his voice what I'm trying to do with the trumpet.”

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