"Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further... And one fine morning -
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
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Yeah, this is it alright --- mortality piled upon mortality, stripped and scoured and then reapplied through the cracks. Or is that "Life", rather than "Mortality"?
Here we are, trying to eke our way through the cracks before Brother Death notices us, and like Tadzeo we're always pointing up and off-screen, to something we reach for and can never attain --- a life beyond that framed in flesh.
Anyone know who the artist for this paste-up is? From Richmond/Abbotsford circa 2007.
As always, please let us know if you have any ideas.
- Hey Pixel Flaneur, thanks for the comments. Too true by half.
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Yeah Gatsby, it's like this wacky gardener I know once said to me.
"History is the shock wave of the Eschaton.
History is the shock wave of Eschatology.
And what this means for those of us who will live through this transition into Hyperspace is that we will be privileged to see the greatest release of Change probably since the birth of the Universe."
Bunker Fuel #9. We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time, Snake of Amber Fire, Burying friends is not a pomp! Not, indeed, Roman: Lacking the monument, Heroic stone; Nor is it an obscuring parasol, The pad of customary gloves and cries And a black leather mourning-carriage Hung between death and the beholder's eyes. As found in the Old Librarian's Almanack, 1773, which says: "And what Condemnation shall befit the accurst Wretch (for he cannot justly claim the title of Man) who pilfers and purloins for his own selfish ends such a precious article as a Book? 15/02/2009. Der Erlkönig.
Blinded by a Thousand Points of Light.
18/02/2009. Jackson’s Palm Held Secrets Of Sudden Death, Web, Images, Videos, Maps, News, Shopping, Gods, Gmail, Books, Scholar, Finance, Blogs, YouTube, Calendar, Photos, Documents, Reader, Sites, Morpheus in the Middle Ages, No# 49 Back To The Future, Bruce Lee's Birds [...] he used his wings to go to others to help them in their dreams. "Prison changed Koestler."
Present: T h e B l a c k o u t.
I had a dream recently. Woolstore Hunting Magic. Hype. Carnac Island. The Jolly Ned.
But what is Mars?
"These are forces played out on the physical stage--the raised white canvas is a blank and basic platea--which makes it possible to see great fighters as great artists, however terrible their symbolic systems."
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