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"Życie nasze złożone jest, jak harmonia świata, z rzeczy sprzecznych, jakoby z rozmaitych tonów, łagodnych i chropowatych, ostrych i miękkich , figlarnych i głębokich.
Istniejemy jako muzyka neuronów, która nigdy się nie zacina. Te neurony są w ciele, a ono w środowisku. Neurony dostrajają się bez przerwy do neuronów innych ludzi. Dlatego jesteśmy bardziej nastrojem, który nam się udzielił od kogoś, niż zbiorem narządów zamkniętych w worku ze skóry."

Michel de Montaigne
Tatarska z XVII wieku. Na zdrowie!
"Wódka tatarska
Wziąć tatarskiego ziela funt, nalać na to przepalanego wina 2 garca, aquavity przepalanej, mocnej 2 garca i moczyć to 2 dni i 2 nocy, przepalić, potym julep z cukru uczynić i według potrzeby osłodzić."
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Inside the body there's some kind of a synthetic echo 
which in fundamental moments always reminds that 
all of this would never seem real to the mind. 
That it would always seem to happen to someone else 
living in real or made up for some novel's sake world.

That's floating between one half-transparent dream and another 
being completely irrelevant, yet not free or independent enough to feel.
"The mind is more comfortable in a landscaped park because it has been planned through thought; it has not grown organically. There is an order here that the mind can understand. In the forest, there is an incomprehensible order that to the mind looks like chaos. It is beyond the mental categories of good and bad. you cannot understand it through thought, but you can sense it when you let go of thought, become still and alert, and don’t try to understand or explain. Only then can you be aware of the sacredness of the forest. As soon as you sense that hidden harmony, that sacredness you realize you are not sperate from it, and when you realize that, you become a conscious participant in it. In this way, nature can help you become realigned with the wholeness of life."
— Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth
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“When you’re deeply sensitive, love is ecstasy. Music is godlike. Heartache is a wide, somatic wound. Visual natural beauty is jewel-drenched, wild bliss. Tension and conflict are muscle tightening and toxic, straight down to the cells. So how do you hold it all? You rinse, re-centre, and remain clear. You recycle your sensitivity by propelling yourself and others to create waves of change in a super starving world. Direct your passion by spreading your heart only across what clearly matters most. Surround yourself with the souls and spaces that groove alongside your own- the ones that also desire to chase the beauty, courage and freedom we’re all here to teach each other. Choose love over fear and let go of all the rest, breathing what isn’t best for you straight out of your bones. Remember-there is power in the body. Harness it for the greater good, and allow nothing confusing, peace disrupting, or hurtful stand in its way.” —
— Victoria Erickson
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Reaguj na to, co się naprawdę dzieje, a nie na to, co sobie wyobrażasz.

— Helen Fielding

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DIS POEM
Mutabaruka

dis poem
shall speak of the wretched sea
that washed ships to these shores
of mothers cryin for their young
swallowed up by the sea.
dis poem shall say nothin new.
dis poem shall speak of time
time unlimited time undefined.
dis poem shall call names
names like lumumba, kenyatta, nkrumah, hannibal, akenaton, malcolm, garvey, haile selassie.
dis poem is vexed about apartheid, racism, fascism, the klu klux klan riots in brixton atlanta jim jones.
dis poem is revoltin against 1st world, 2nd world, 3rd world division man made decision.
dis poem is like all the rest.
dis poem will not be amongst great literary works, will not be recited by poetry enthusiasts, will not be quoted by politicians nor men of religion.
dis poem is knives, bombs, guns, blood fire blazin for freedom.
yes dis poem is a drum, ashanti maumau, ibo, yoruba, nyahbingi warriors uhuru uhuru.
uhuru namibia
uhuru soweto
uhuru afrika
dis poem will not change things
dis poem need to be changed
dis poem is a rebirth of a people
arizin awaking understandin
dis poem speak is speakin have spoken.
dis poem shall continue even when poets have stopped writing.
dis poem shall survive u me it shall linger in history, in your mind, in time forever.
dis poem is time, only time will tell.
dis poem is still not written.
dis poem has no poet.
dis poem is just a part of the story
his-story, her-story, our-story the story still untold.
dis poem is now ringin, talkin, irritatin, makin u want to stop it.
but dis poem will not stop.
dis poem is long cannot be short
dis poem cannot be tamed, cannot be blamed.
the story is still not told about dis poem.
dis poem is old new
dis poem was copied from the bible your prayer book, playboy magazine the n.y. times, readers digest
the c.i.a files, the k.g.b files.
dis poem is no secret
dis poem shall be called boring, stupid, senseless.
dis poem is watchin u tryin to make sense from dis poem
dis poem is messin up your brains
makin u want to stop listenin to dis poem
but u shall not stop listenin to dis poem
u need to know what will be said next in dis poem
dis poem shall disappoint u
because
dis poem is to be continued in your mind in your mind
in your mind your mind...
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It takes years as a woman to unlearn what you have been taught to be sorry for.
Amy Poehler in Yes Please (via t-fey)
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Easy, easy
Pull out your heart
To make the being alone
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart
To make the being alone
Easy, easy

Easy, easy
You break the bridals to make,
Losing control
Easy, easy
Crushed what you're holding,
So you can say letting go is,
Easy, easy

Oh, easy, easy
Burn all your things
To make the fight to forget
Easy, oh, easy
Burn all your things
To make the fight to forget
Easy

Easy, easy
Pull out your heart
To make the being alone
Easy, easy
Pull out your heart
To make the being alone
Easy

Son Lux "Easy"
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All my life I have reflected and worked on the concept that there is more space than can be seen, that there are void spaces, or, as it were, that there is a vaster horizon. The odd thing about removing content, in making space, is that we, as human beings, find it very hard to deal with the absence of content. It’s the horror vacui. This Platonic concept lies at the origin of the myth of the cave, the one from which humans look towards the outside world. But here there is also a kind of Freudian opposite image, that of the back of the cave, which is the dark and empty back of being. Your greatest poet, Dante, also ventured into a place like that. It is the place of the void, which paradoxically is full – of fear, of darkness. Whether you represent it with a mirror or with a dark form, it is always the “back”, the point that attracts my interest and triggers my creativity.

Anish Kapoor
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