“When one partisan complained, “We’re here to fight the Huns and not to nurse children,” his commander shot back: “Only bastards can talk like that. I am ashamed of you! I see you do not understand the duties of partisans. To protect people who are being persecuted by the fascists is our most important task. To save lives is to fight the enemy.””
“Charity is no substitute for justice withheld.”
– St Augustine
“L’absurde, c’est la raison lucide qui constate ses limites.”
– Albert Camus, Le Mythe de Sisyphe, Le suicide philosophique
“he was grimly off to attend the first plenary session of the VTsK NTA (Vsesoynznyy Tsentral’nyy Komitet Novogo Tyurkskogo Alfavita), where he was promptly assigned to the Committee.
seems to be a kind of G, a voiced uvular plosive. The distinction between it and your ordinary G is one Tchitcherine will never learn to appreciate. Come to find out, all the Weird Letter Assignments have been reserved for ne’er-do-wells like himself. Shatsk, the notorious Leningrad nose-fetishist, who carries a black satin handkerchief to Party congresses and yes, more than once has been unable to refrain from reaching out and actually stroking the noses of powerful officials, is here—banished to the θ Committee, where he keeps forgetting that θ, in the NTA, is Œ, not Russian F, thus retarding progress and sowing confusion at every working session. Most of his time is taken up with trying to hustle himself a transfer to the Committee, “Or actually,” sidling closer, breathing heavily, “just a plain, N, or even an M, will, do. . . ”
“It’ll get easier. Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines. You are the wave of the future.”
– Thomas Pynchon Gravity’s Rainbow
“Do it or don’t do it — you will regret both.”
– Søren Kierkegaard, from “Either/Or” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.”
– Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices, 1996. (via interneiti)
“They’re trying to kill me,” Yossarian told him calmly.
No one’s trying to kill you,” Clevinger cried.
Then why are they shooting at me?” Yossarian asked.
They’re shooting at everyone,” Clevinger answered. “They’re trying to kill everyone.”
And what difference does that make?”
– Joseph Heller Catch 22
“Consider, for instance, the politics of homosexuality. For the Right, homosexuality involves not just moral abomination and political violation of a legal ban on permanent unions between gay couples. The demand to recognise gay civil unions, for instance, also involves or invokes an obscene Jouissance that deprives the majority of moral citizens of justified enjoyment of their heterosexual marriages, by ‘undermining the dignity of marriage’ and ‘marginalising the moral concerns of normal families’, and so on.”