slickwhippet:

Theodor Matthias von Holst, Fantasy on Goethe’s Faust (1834)

slickwhippet:

Theodor Matthias von Holst, Fantasy on Goethe’s Faust (1834)

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aryanfuturism:

Win the future with this helpful manual.


The will of the noble, the enlightened, the good ones, a will to power

aryanfuturism:

Win the future with this helpful manual.

The will of the noble, the enlightened, the good ones, a will to power

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aseaofquotes:

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

aseaofquotes:

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

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Sun and moon, yin and yang, the reality of duality, binary opposition, across the celestial plane

Sun and moon, yin and yang, the reality of duality, binary opposition, across the celestial plane

And I quote, “you are nothing, you have nothing to offer me, you produce nothing for me, and you never will, why even talk to me?”

"Wittgenstein did not argue; he merely thought himself into subtler and deeper problems The record which three of his students have made of his lectures and conversations at Cambridge discloses a man tragically honest and wonderfully, astoundingly absurd. In every memoir of him we meet a man we are hungry to know more about, for even if his every sentence remains opaque to us, it is clear that the archaic transparency of his thought is like nothing that philosophy has seen for thousands of years. It is also clear that he was trying to be wise and to make others wise. He lived in the world, and for the world. He came to believe that a normal, honest human being could not be a professor. It is the academy that gave him his reputation of impenetrable abstruseness; never has a man deserved a reputation less. Disciples who came to him expecting to find a man of incredibly deep learning found a man who saw mankind held together by suffering alone, and he invariably advised them to be as kind as possible to others. He read, like all inquisitive men, to multiply his experiences. He read Tolstoy (always getting bogged down) and the Gospels and bales of detective stories. He shook his head over Freud. When he died, he was reading Black Beauty. His last words were: “Tell them I’ve had a wonderful life."

— Guy Davenport,The Geography of the Imagination (via clericalerror)

Wittgenstein, one of my favorite authors, whose impenetrable insights, fleeting moments of genius, and view of “the real” provide hope that I may further my understanding, enrich my experiences, and continue this quest for “truth.”

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"Wittgenstein did not argue; he merely thought himself into subtler and deeper problems The record which three of his students have made of his lectures and conversations at Cambridge discloses a man tragically honest and wonderfully, astoundingly absurd. In every memoir of him we meet a man we are hungry to know more about, for even if his every sentence remains opaque to us, it is clear that the archaic transparency of his thought is like nothing that philosophy has seen for thousands of years. It is also clear that he was trying to be wise and to make others wise. He lived in the world, and for the world. He came to believe that a normal, honest human being could not be a professor. It is the academy that gave him his reputation of impenetrable abstruseness; never has a man deserved a reputation less. Disciples who came to him expecting to find a man of incredibly deep learning found a man who saw mankind held together by suffering alone, and he invariably advised them to be as kind as possible to others. He read, like all inquisitive men, to multiply his experiences. He read Tolstoy (always getting bogged down) and the Gospels and bales of detective stories. He shook his head over Freud. When he died, he was reading Black Beauty. His last words were: “Tell them I’ve had a wonderful life."

— Guy Davenport,The Geography of the Imagination (via clericalerror)

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audreyandmarilyn:

Marilyn Monroe in Something’s Got To Give, 1962.

audreyandmarilyn:

Marilyn Monroe in Something’s Got To Give, 1962.

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