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Welcome to the World's First Collaborative Sentence:
I DID NOT FEEL SEPARATED I FELT VERY CLOSE EVEN THOUGH WE WERE THOUSANDS OF MILES
APART AND I WAS SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE HERE I FELT CLOSE HOW ARE YOU THIS IS DURBAN WE FEEL
WE ARE A PART OF THE WORLD AT LAST IN THE PALACE HERE I AM WAITING FOR THE PRESIDENT I SEND
YOU GREETINGS HERE I AM IN THE GALLERY LOOKING AT THIS BIG PENCIL I AM LAUGHING COGITO
ERGO SUM GO GO GO SENTENCE swing swing swing ring ring ring ring ring let
herethereeverywhereGUMBOGUMBOhellholeI DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY A LITTLE LEARNING IS A
DANGEROUS THING FREEDOMFREEDOMFREEDOMGET OFF ME GET OFF MY BACK SCRATCH MY ASS
DOUGLAS HOW ARE YOU? FAR AWAY YET FREE DONT COME AFTER ME PHI KAB NAUNG LANG PHAU PHI
NAUNG SEX RELATIONS BETWEEN FIRST COUSINS ARE FORBIDDEN THE MOON BRIGHTENS THE BATTLE
CAMP SO YOU LIKE TO LOOK AT ME PAY FOR IT YOU PAMPER ME SO MUCH YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A
QUEEN I SEND GREETINGS FROM FRANKFURT GOD BLESS AMERICA AMERICA NEEDS IT ANIMALS ARE
GOOD TO THINK AND GOOD TO PROHIBIT BE GOOD IT IS THE TIME TO BE GOOD I LOVE EVERYBODY I
HATE EVERYBODY THE SON IN LAW MUST NOT ENTER ENTER THE SLEEPING QUARTES THROUGH THE
DOORWAY OF THE PARENTS IN LAW CALL ME RIGHT NOW TO SAVE THE WORLD I LOVE YOU WORLD
WORLD WHEN WILL YOU SEE HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE STOP DYING WORLD HERE IN THE BRONX WE
HATE THE POLICE GIVE ME YOUR HAND I FEEL YOUR FINGER HERE MANY MILES APART I THINK IN
BASEL WE UNDERSTAND AND APPRECIATE YOUR WORK KEEP GOING WE ARE BEHIND YOU NO BODY
CAN SWEAT SO MUCH WE FIND YOU NEAR EVEN WHEN FAR TO THE HEALTH OF DON CESARE'S WOMA N
AU REVOIR MONS ENFANTS RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED BLUE BLUE
BLUE BLUE I AM SO BLUE I SAW A MAN HE HELD A STICK OUT TO ME I HOLD THIS STICK OUT TO YOU
ACROSS THE WORLD I ASK YOU WHEN WILL YOU COME TO MOSCOW AGAIN DOUGLAS er mirror miroir
mirage THE BUSHES TWITCHED AGAIN THE STICK BEGAN TO GROW SHORTER IN BOTH ENDS HERE IN
KAUNAS WE HAVE SATAN MAKING LOVE TO AN ANGEL IS THIS WHAT DROVE HIM INTO HELL WELL THis
thing of of writing in all caps is getting a bit tiresome and why does this sentence have sound so disgusting and arty who
do think we are
james joyce's greatgrandchildren
or some kind of gertrude
1.stein
2.stein
3.stein
at least there are a few things that could be done to make this page look a little more attractive or at least more readable
but thEN DON'T BE SO F***ING LITERAL YOU #@%*! THIS ISN'T A TYPOGRAPHY LESSON LIke the one that
beautiful Swedish girl gave me on the train to Gdansk and then later in the cargo hold of the ship with the moonlight on here
snowy-white scandanavian breasts which made me feel so arf arf arf This is another lustless technical test before all hell
breaks lose with artists contrbuting scatological prose and poetry, but is this really art, or is it so what else can be said,
anyway and more and more and more but what difference is this making WELL ISN'T IT JUST FUN TO WRITE
TOGETHER LIKE THIS millenial exaggerations overstate our singularity,basic humanity is as lonely as (I'm feeling a bit
spacy) there are a lot of things that could be said, but i don't know what to say but i want to say it my father is coming near
have to stop now he always comes upstairs like this in the middle of the night dust follows dust in the endless progression of
biological kitchen-ware 1001001 SOS 1001001 IN DISTRESS 100100 Everything is deeply interwingled I want to be
unique, just like everyone else After this, Jon decided, finally, to attempt to bring the killers to justice, in his own way, of
course, and, in so doing, rid the world of a terrible scourge, reviled by all yet fascinating as well to a small, perverted
subset of the community who had watched their antics progress from random, petty violence to the full-fleged sociopathic
acts they had been performing, almost as if for entertainment for our benefit, for the last eight months all this mirroring the
other night, when, travelling uptown on the 6 train, a man and a woman got on at 23rd street, laughing and babbling to one
another in some uncomprehensible language while I leaned back against the bench, trying hard not to fall asleep, and the
woman sitting next to me jabbed at my arm and asked me creakily, a microphone held up to her neck because I think her
larnyx had been removed, »What language you think they're talking« the problem for the revolutionary artist in the nineteenth
century--perhaps it is still the problem--was how to use the conditions of artistic production with easel, in the studio, in the
salon for a month, and then on the wall of a sitting room in the Faubourg Saint-Germain? how to a means of artistic
distribution to bypass the art market or the exhibition? how to destroy the normal public for art, and invent another? how to
make art »popular«? how to exploit one's privacy, and the insights it allowed, and yet escape from it? And of course, there,
alone on a bench as the moon sunk, I sat, the darkness engulfing me in my little boat as the lake rippled around me, fish
leaping, frogs croaking in the dark early morn, and still I was there, alone on a large vast sea of metaphorical water, waiting
for the sun to rise and shed some light on me, the fish, the frog, the boat and the lake And of course, there, alone on a bench
as the moon sunk, I sat, the darkness engulfing me in my little boat as the lake rippled around me, fish leaping, frogs croaking
in the dark early morn, and still I was there, alone on a large vast sea of metaphorical water, waiting for the sun to rise and
shed some light on me, the fish, the frog, the boat and the lake THERE WAS A YOUNG MAN FROM BOMBAY ON A
SLOW BOAT TO CHINA ONE DAY WAS TRAPPED IN THE TILLER BY A SEX CRAZED GORILLA AND CHINA'S
A LONG WAY AWAY And down went the bucket into the subconscious, BELIEVE IT IF YOU NEED IT / IF YOU DON'T
JUST / PASS IT ON so the thing occurred to me that if I cut off my foot people might respect me more or at least pay
attention to me limping down the highway or perhaps an eye missing and an eye patch like some Napoleonic hero with a
sword rusted from continental wars and a sash of Chinese silk as red as the lips of a country wife cooking sourdough
biscuits in the cool afternoon of late summer in the mountains rearing up over the shoulder of the world cool and soft like my
cousin Jane that summer on the lake in the late 1950's though every time I've touched someone remains burned into my brain
like as I walked down moshoulu parkway, the street of my youth, in my mind while sitting here in new jersey, the idea of the
Bronx became more real to me yet again I hear the birds sing their sweet song of indolence as the street sweepers and feral
dogs lusted after the twilight softly falling on the street corner CHRIS WAS HERE! few ways to communicate with others
not so around you This is definitely the fun part --Oh Daedulus!! if only you would reveal your heart's depth-- why does it
always get so late so fast all alone on a friday night at work I feel connected to everyone and noone at the same time as
though anyone really cares – yet I do; in that somnambulistic nether world betwixt and between there is concern for it all -
not worry, just concern any fool can make an enemy, but it takes a good man to make one's enemy ones friend , I was being
groomed to succeed the king – unfortunatly the king found ot and now it's memory only memory for me sounds of water and
the moon a feral cousin when Richard Nixon said, »Menin aeide, Thea, Peleadeo Akilleus,« as he boarded the plane for the
last time, vanity We came across three green Acadias in the stable where two horses stood eating strange lASTING
MARzipan when all of a sudden one of the Acadias said: Black is my color, though sometimes I like white also, right, also
red a lot, specially when it's my cat purring softly, I turned my inward self to my Higher Power, Meher Baba, Wow, I was a
part of the world's first collaborative sentence! unfortunately there's a period in here somewhere war fever ran high in the
New England town to which we new, young officers from Plattsburg were assigned, an we were flattered when the firt
citizens took us to their their homes, mking us feel heroic "Here lies a Hampshier Grenadier Who caught his death in some
ways the sad thing is that insominia is often disguised as a terrible social disease when in fact it is quite normal for most
driven, entrepreneurial, outgoing individuals who don't know when to stop their inevitable drive to the top – considerin
Facts don't come with points of view, Facts don't do what I want them to but it looks just fine to me and so does the world
we live in today and tomorrow which only improves in inverse relation to the way people complain about how things used
to be and how much worse they are now even though they're really better (but different) and things will continue to decline if
we do not use our minds to create solutions rather than waste our time on drivel and this could qualify as drivel because
although his eyes blazed with good intent, his hands ruined marriages, careers and the faith in God of a more than a few good
people who never saw him as driven by ego, which he absolutely was, and it pains me to even think of the women who
couldn't muster a »no« when I want to be Ellen, I like you but there's a wall up which I cannot climb, even though the suckers
at the end my fingers have been is this working I cannot see if it is but that's all right I guess it is working BROOKE
LORREN SHARER was here and then I saw that Write on TAT GRUBSTREET OnAndOnAndOn let there be dialogue,
world wide dialogue THOMAS SCOTT HOWDERSHELL, a rider and writer, a wrider or riter I guess he would say,
informed me that he had seen the light while riding his Harley one dark desert night, he should pass on a thought to the world
on this day, »LOVE IS THE ANSWER,« then putted away Today is the greatest day I have ever seen Only then would the
young man be allowed to remove the sacred Mother Board »Bob Baker? Bob Baker!!« She cried as she ripped my hairs out
but you must remember that you are someone else and I am still right here --I am becoming-- Ich war Atheist bis ich merkte
dass ich Gott bin so snow, so snow-tired eyes, so crusty and dusty eyelids screech across those snow-tired eyes
nownownownownownownownownow----------------------------------------------------- in the larger context of the history of
method itself it need not be the kind of love that murks unknowingly through a heart, or the kind that forces its will with an
arrow of inevitability fnord another piece of mindless drivel it looks like the sun through opaque glass looks like the sun
through opaque glass IT LOOKS LIKE THE SUN THROUGH OPAQUE GLASS like sproinging springs his curled cats'
whiskers danced through the bucket of lime jello, glowing yellow-green in the days' fading sunlight, and yet I saw that it
would be noon before we stopped O P A Q U E G L A S S O P A Q U E G L A S S i t l o o k s l i k e t h e s u n t h r o u g h o
p a q u e g l a s s why don't we just hug each other more sitting here wondering where this will all take us i felt a flowing,
following feeling, pushing my body into the moist, dark eart h and as the death of my father took revenge on the whole
village, i knew that all justified means would come through me AND THROUGH ME ONLY je t'aime toujours, and when
the earth collides with the sun I will still know that it's raining in Amsterdam – And that rain shall cry tear-shaped drops
upon the hills until such time as la phrase ue a des pensees si engageantes
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jacek szamrej, Center for Complex Systems, Institute for Social Studies, UnUniv of Warsaw, Poland la phrase qui a des
pensees si engageantes la phrase qui a des pensees si engageantes pousoons jusqu'a la foret j'ai vu cette phrase naitre! allons
a l'indigotenie theory is assimilated into the humanities in two principal ways--by critical interpretation and by artistic
experiment »heuretics,« the latter approach, functions at the same level of generality as »hermeneutics« theorists from plato to
derrida have influenced the making of arts and letters as much as they they have their analysis and intepretation recognizing
this fact opens an op- portunity for a heuretic pedagogy a young girl accidentally sees her fiance urinating and is positive she
can never marry him, as his penis is far too long and would hurt or kill her her mothe persuades her to try it first, as she can
then break the engagement if it is really too long they discuss the matter with the fiance and all go to the bedroom "now, i'll
put my two hands around it,» says the mother, «and then, if you think you can take more, you tell me and i'll take my hands
away» as intercourse progresses, the mother takes away first one hand, then the other, without waiting to be told «oh,
mother!» the girl finally cries, «why don't you take your hands away?" (idaho, 1919) the most powerful influence of the
computer on modern thinking, i would argue, is not statistical or scientific, bujt humanistic is this not the death of literature?
two soldiers, strangers to each other, are opening their mail »now isn't that the most considerate wife,« one of them marvels
aloud, »sends me a hair right off her snatch to remember her by« the other soldier takes the hair out of his hands, draws it
through his fingers, sniffs it, and holds it to the light »pardon me,« he says, »ain't your name hawkins?« behavioral thinking is
inferior to visual thinking interprovinetsation, a musical link to the sentence by Lois Anderson and a funny video created by a
well-known artist and then there was eternity structuralism is essentially an activity, ie, he controlled succession of a certain
number of mental operrations: we might speak of structuralist activity as we once spoke of surrealist activity the goal of all
structuralist activity, whether reflexive or poetic, is to reconstruct an »object« if psychologically speaking, the striptease
relationship is sadomasochistic, socil\ologically this sadomasochism is essential to the educational rite that is being fulfilled
the striptease unconsciously eaches the spedctator, who seeks and accepts frustration, that the means of production are not in
his possession americans think we cannot think in south africa let me think for you let me say that hat we mor ethan yhou must
renew the artistic/cultural debate in this sowrld read comic books that is the only way dad did you ever wonder what it is
like to be batman? once the feeling passes all i can do is mention my skin which covers me like your cloak or a leather jacket
shredded by time though the feeling persists that all this would be solved by an application of kerosene twice every morning
so the king came back and said to me JOHN he said to me JOHN he said so I said YES so he said KNEEL and I said NO so
he said OH THOU FALSE PATAPHYSICIAN and I said I'M FROM KANSAS, PERSONALLY which made him still
madder and the spiral at the center of his chest turned menacingly COMMA start again I mean what I was really trying to say
was here's a word from Here
and here's a header
and MIHR heals the physical body and the electric body, ta Chuck and Marshall to the Divine to the Subline to the Pool of
Tears from the Dalai Lama's sister to the Divine to the Subline to the Pool of Tears from the Dalai Lama's sister Lois Lane in
a rain slicker, what man could resist as the traveler considered the network of lines that enlace but was sidetracked by the
lights on the highway ; chaos is web is order; Yo tengo contacto con gente en BARCELONA y ITALI pero lo mas increible
es poder comunicarse con gente en todas partes del mundo Yo tengo contacto con gente en BARCELONA y ITALI pero lo
mas increible es poder comunicarse con gente en todas partes del mundo Moi j'ai des persones avec laquelle je parle
col'odenaterus Io posso comunicarmi con gente in tanti paesi perche col computer di oggi e cosi Nel mezzo camin di nostra
vita mi ritoverai nel una selva scura chi dirita via Erase una vez habia un hombre que trabajaba en television y ahora,
NADA toevoeging voor de langste zin ter wereld in het Hollands nu als Remco dit leest:de groeten aan hollnad en
sinterklaasbboterham met kaas wil dat wat materie betreft het is hier in newjork nu half drie smiddags ik wou zeggen dat ik
erg veel hou van je pe jdjdjdjjdjdjdjdjdjdjdjdjdsllslslllsa EN EL PRINCIPIO DIOS CREO LOS CIELOS Y LA TIERRA
desafortunadamente algunos años después EL PREDICADOR descubrió que VANIDAD DE VANIDADES TODO ES
VANIDAD oh oh algo salio mal empecemos de nuevo DEO MAXIMA GLORIA y acuérdate que MALO MORI QUAM
F'DARI nada and I want it with less things, so there and I want it with less things, so there's a way to see things, believe,
trust and relax, and I want it with less things, so there's a way to see things, believe, trust and relax, and remind yourself that
you truly matter,so take care of yourself Hey this is pretty neeneat der krieg ist also ein akt der gewalt um den gegner zur
erfuellung unseres willens zu zwingen gewalt das heisst die physische gewalt denn eine moralische gibt es ausser dem
begriffe des staates und gesetzes nicht ist also das mittel dem gegner unseren willen aufzuzwingen der zweck or may the
Good Goddess grant me darkness what sublime and eclectic personalities are showcased in this sentence sleeping at the
keyboard barefoot in the park, on a sunday bloody sunday, I walked with little big man weirdness, total utter weirdness We
are the world we are the children, Yuck Yuck I am the world and the children not forever yet infinitely Montaigne said "Que
sais-je?» which sounds fancy until you realise he said «What do I know?" in French but I use this sentence to find women
who want to have cybersex with me, so if you're interested mail me a description of yourself and some hot ideas to
(replacing the periods with kommas since no periods are allowed here) norman,ohler@thing,nyc,ny,us KC said, "I hate
myself and want to DIE" Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be, as a friend, as a friend, as I've known in
memory, Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach, as I want you to be, as a trend, as a friend, as I've known it to be, in
memory, Well I swear it, I don't have a gun, I feel very, um, violated / I mean – you're all looking at what I wrote / Stop it!
Go away! Leave me alone! No more! I want my MOMMY!!! and all too frequently the great sadness will rest in my soul
Apropos of evil, I consider myself a likable person Przed wynalezieniem dada, dada juz tam bylo
Przed wynalezieniem dada, dada juz tam bylo
long ago I used to sail between the stars but now i've forgotten how and i'm sad
FEAR BIG TECH
Don't let big brother run your life, or anyone else for that matter; MAVERICK REALLY LIKES THIS WHOLE IDEA, NO
MATTER WHAT PPL PUT UP ON HERE AT LEAST IT GIVES A RESEMBLANCE OF DEMOCRACY
would be nice if the headers worked
PPL ARE STRANGE WHEN URE A STRANGER,
FACES LOOK UGLY
WHEN URE ALONE
THE DOOR -<-<-- of course, the only geniuses
This is far too spontaneous for Canadians We prefer our
Babel towers a little politer than this Sorry This is far too
spontaneous for Canadians We prefer our Babel towers a
little politer than this Sorry This is far too spontaneous for
Canadians We prefer our Babel towers a little politer
than this Sorry
aieeee , meanwhile, this sentence was going nowhere, so I decided to make a point, which was not possible, unfortunately
TECHNOLOGY WILL NOT ELIMINATE THE DECAY OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT WHICH MUST BE TENDED IN
SILENCE Schticks und Stonz kin brek yur bonz, bunt knames kin neffer urt me Krazy Kat, It's not over till the fat lady sings,
so how do you lock your doors in cyberspace and, of course, certain mystical spandex cakes walk to and fro without
foreknowledge or licensing by insouciant and redundant warbling beancurdlers, waiting upon bended knee, requiring
nothing, save infinitesimally rational gastronomy; the pudding, as you it occurs that all of life is simply possibilities and that
we only need to speak them for there to be access to them in the universe it occurs that all of life is simply possibilities and
that we merely need to speak them to bring them into existence in the universe more friendly, empty, faux-persoanl
communication intended to create the illusion of human interaction more of Douglas Davis' self-indlugent stuff I feel
opaque, yet blatantly transparent, dissonant, archaic, distraught, fraught with the danger of lurking possibilities when the first
woman on the moon meets the black president it's hardly worth even reading this tractor is coming to your home screen soon,
don't miss it, when performing on the stage I always have to project my voice, though a microphone will amplify it to a full
audience, and with a radio it is possible to broadcast to the millions of listeners within reach of the signal, but this marks the
first time for world-wide reach, which is rather humbling
IdEAL ORDER Psychic TV Floods the World with Light!
my brother once said to me "a piece of fish in the eye is worth nineteen in the spine, so don't be late for the Wirren cake -
now or any time" As usual, my excited race to the microphone leaves me staring at the crowd, dumb Plaise a celui qui est
peut-etre de dilater le coeur de l'homme a la grandeur de toute vie , vie-brations, caught in the web of world-mind, fleshless,
ffffttttjjjj Subtle Submarines here is some mooootesst how do you like having a big box to write in??? Blinking text cool now
at last it will be easier to see everything that is submitted another excursion into
a more interesting presentation of text
but still there is a
problem
with
not
being able to submit URL's because they contain
dots
which look, in the eyes of the computer just like the
dreaded period
that the inspired DD refuses to
let us submit
please let us submit, I do submit I do I do I do, please let us submit a dot DD so we can include links in our postings beyond
this one to a mere anchor on this page bbbuuutttt you made a boo boo boo boo yahoo yahoo yahoo
yahoo yahoo yahoo
*****The rain finally stopped today and I took Elfie and Bailey for a walk+++++ but he was not ready for that sort of
intensity yet, so I had to be patient, and patience being a virtue that I have not yet entirely grasped the concept of, it is almost
midnight and still I sit in my office at my computer in what hasn't turned out to be paradise because i'm twenty three and in
graduate school in gainesville of all places and it's creeping past midnight on saturday u mst remain silent and applaud
(X-PRZ, 1993) sex songs from latvia and lithuania before the church got there in the renaissance: what did you want, my
lad/by lift- ing up my skirt?/did you want to feel/my rose with your hand ? lizzy came running/through a field of
thistle/hundreds of tiny burs/got caught in her cunt-hair/little carl got tired/picking them out i wouldn't let that guy/his tool be
smudge with me/his tool is thin and long/bends every which way marry me to anybody, mama/just don't give me to a soldier
boy/a soldier bangs me heavily,/braced against the crossbeam with his feet five Poles were chopping wood/ on litle anna's
tummy/having chopped a little hole/they crawled in for warmth the most powerful influence on modern thinking, i would
argue, is not statistical or scien- tific but humanistic rhetorical, in fact precisely as the rhetorical practice of declamation put
dramatic rehearsal at the center of classical thought, the computer has put modeling at the center of ours it is difficult to
over-es- timate of this across-the-board dramaticality in the world of contemporary affairs and again we find a counterpart
in that range of postmodern art which constitutes itself from self conscious haplpenings needless to say, I haven't done a very
good job of keeping up my end of the conversation Everytime I thought to call, I'd realize that the time difference would
mean that I'd wake you, or I'd get your machine as you'd be out doing wild and crazy things (snapping your fingers at a
coffee house, skateboarding up the Transamerica tower, riding the ferry to Oakland, the usual) Or I'd remind myself that
calling was instant gratification and that I really did want to try and write to you (besides, it's the only »creative«
communication I've attempted) Try On Your Weary Earnest And Tattered Hearts End Robot lower your expectations and
live a more satisfying life it was a dark and stormy night as they took a stroll through the black forest but something far more
ominous lurked at the outer edges of their perception for it seemed to them on that dark and stormy night that all the words of
the world had been uttered before and their contribution could not be one of novelty but merely a cheap rehash of the
classics, classics so-called because they got there first but even Homer had his Homer, the poor blind traveller labored in
their shadow as well as his own having given this some thought I'd have to say that the premise of this piece is off a
sentence, according to the 1994 American Heritage dictionary is a noun, a grammatical unit that is syntactically independent
and has a subject that is expressed or, as in an imperative sentence, understood and a predicate that contains at least one
finite verb now this piece is more like some form of unmutable graffiti that everyone adds his/her presence to this . is a dot it
is not a period, it is only a dot ... only DD can have the pleasure of placing the period on The World's First Collaborative
Sentence – his great invention...
now, of course, we can make links
like this one to one of my favorite spots and here's another link to a cool place but what about the mist of memories that wrap
around my soul, calling me from yesteryear and taking me from the hurries of today and shrouding me from being a good guy;
I want us all to start thinking in a utopian way about the future to be imaginative in what kind of community we can create for
ourselves to use art as a resource for recreating ourselves and imagining a more ideal way of being you should enter into
communication with me to let me know what your utopia is made up of I dont care if it concrete or just a fantasy what are the
art works that best represent your utopia what are your favourite adverts of utopia isn't it sad how much of our imaginative
life is manipulated by people trying to sell us things we must take back the museum to be a true forum for democratic
negotiation to use art in a radical way for positive social change I just don't know where else to look for a vision of my
future I despair of party politics religion capitalism technology although this is a good idea what do you think tell me at
mftxpgsw@orpheus.man.ac.uk I want peolpe to wake up an be more active and pragmatic less selfish more thoughtful more
creative less violent vegeterian no drugs more friendship community communication democracy cheaper tickets to see
queens park rangers football club cheaper jazz Cds if we all listened to joe henderson miles davis eric dolphy joshua
redman pat metheny bill evans thelonious monk peter erskine marc johnson joe lovano portishead the world would be a
better place my desires are for the finances to travel feed myself properly have somewhere reasonable to live be healthy
loved have close friends family self esteem and respect for others even when I don't understand anything about them new
books by richard rorty jurgen habermas iain mcewan films as good as simple men wings of desire bringing up baby the life
and death of colonel blimp we must use our cultural products to think ourselves through to imaginatively change our
unsustainable way of life that is called capitalism hope depends upon transition appearing to be practically possible utopia
is the exploration of the implications of alternative values we must overcome fatalism art cannot change the world by itself
but it can change the consciousness and drives of the women and men who could change the world Marcuse england is too
cynical and unpragmatic for me we spend so much time moaning and dont do anything to really radically change our system
of livijng we believe voting once every four years in an election has somehting to do with democracy still the beers nice and
there is good telly with no adds and people are funny and London is safe but we do have bad teeth and are all terribly
repressed but remarkably dressed i also want a job I will be able to fulfill myself in a job where i can intergrate my politics
into what i do like being director of MOMA or something trying to be ambitious is really boring sometimes I need to get into
the countyside the rainy hills of Yorkshire So the rules forbid fullstops, what about other sentance terminators? but never
mind the termnators, recall instead the words of Ambrose Bierce, »I think I think, therefore I think I am« or a wag improving
on Heraclitus »One cannot step into the same river once« now there's thought for food the main course among the information
food groups ..which is probably not what we all think in our simple, everyday lives. »Roger?«, he or she will ask. "Roger
F?» will be the next words uttered. «Roger F a
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