The Urban Guerilla Concept |
Some people think that not all the possibilities have been exhausted for political work in the form of propaganda, mobilisation and agitation. They maintain that only when all these avenues are close...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 04:08:00 GMT |
Ernest Hemingway, ’A Farewell to Arms’ |
"Who goes to the attack?" asked Gavuzzi. "Bersaglieri." "All bersaglieri?" "I think so." "There aren't enough troops here for a real attack." "It is probably to draw attention...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 07:09:00 GMT |
Jean Baudrillard, "The Perfect Crime" |
We cannot project more order or disorder into the world than there is. We cannot transform it more than it transforms itself. This is the weakness of our historical radicality. All the philosophies of...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 09:23:00 GMT |
Emily Dickinson, 280, about 1861 |
I felt a Funeral, In my Brain, And Mourners to and froKept treading - treading - till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through -And when they all were seated,A Service, like a Drum -Kept beating - bea...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 05:43:00 GMT |
Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass |
Alice didn't know what to say to this: it wasn't at all like conversation, she thought, as he never said anything to her; in fact, his last remark was evidently addressed to a tree -- so she stood an...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Oct 2007 06:33:00 GMT |
R.M. Rilke, Briefe an Einen Jungen Dichter |
Darum, lieber Herr, lieben Sie Ihre Einsamkeit, und tragen Sie den Schmerz, den sie Ihnen verursacht, mit schön klingender Klage. Denn die Ihnen nahe sind, sind fern, sagen Sie, und das zeigt, daß es ...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 02:19:00 GMT |
Arthur Rimbaud, Une Saison en Enfer |
ADIEU
L'automne déjà! - Mais pourquoi regretter un éternel soleil, si nous sommes engagés à la découverte de la clarté divine, -loin des gens qui meurent sur les saisons.
L'automne. Notre bar...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 03:53:00 GMT |
Chir Hachirim , 5.3 - 5.8 |
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Posted by on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 02:18:00 GMT |
Guy de Maupassant, 'Bel Ami' |
Mais une voiture passa, découverte, basse et charmante, traînée au grand trot par deux minces chevaux blancs dont la crinière et la queue voltigeaient, et conduite par une petite jeune femme blonde, u...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 05:57:00 GMT |
John Donne, 'The Computation' |
FOR my first twenty years, since yesterday, I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away ; For forty more I fed on favours past, And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 05:54:00 GMT |
