February 2012
15 posts
fuckyeahexistentialism:
“…I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire…I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers...
“The question of love is one that cannot be evaded. Whether or not you claim to...”
– Thomas Merton (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
“Later — when things happened that they could never have imagined — she wrote him...”
– The History Of Love (via tothepersoninthebelljar)
“In our dreams, people yield themselves with perfect docility to our molding...”
– – John D. Rockefeller General Education Board (1906)
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Black History Month
At times I find the fact that there is a month dedicated to black history simply preposterous. Our ancestors fought for equality, to show that African Americans show just as much importance to the development of America as any other race. We need not to be angry but merely proud and courageous daily through our on going achievement as a culture. To merely contain ourselves in a month and neglect...
Beautiful
According to Websters dictionary the definition of beauty is “the quality or aggregate of qualities in a person or thing that gives pleasure to the senses or pleasurably exalts the mind or spirit”. With that being said, one should never define beauty by any standards perceived by mainstream media. If she makes you smile, if he makes you blush, the moment itself is beautiful.
Valentines Day
The month of love. The month of heart break. From the famous words of ‘A Tale of Two Cities’ by Charles Dickens; “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”. Valentines day encompasses two kinds of people. Those who have, and those who have not. Those who are caught in the fiery escapades of love, not hoping to return, and those who remain silent. Unfortunately...
An Existential Life: The Critic as Artist, Oscar... →
fuckyeahexistentialism:
Ernest: Must we go, then, to Art for everything?
Gilbert: For everything. Because Art does not hurt us. The tears that we shed at a play are a type of the exquisite sterile emotions that it is the function of Art to awaken. We weep, but we are not wounded. We grieve, but our grief is not…
