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“The word "school" has a curious history behind it. Meaning originally "leisure" it has now acquired precisely the opposite sense of systematic work and training, as civilization restricted the free disposal of the young man's time more and more and herded larger and larger classes of the young to a daily life of severe application from childhood onwards.”
― Homo Ludens: A Study of the Play Element in Culture
― Homo Ludens: A Study of the Play Element in Culture
“Frozen or weak structures have problems feeling inner motility or support; their loss of bone integrity leads to feelings of inner fragmentation. Parents who do not hold their children or give enough early containment may force them to rigidify their muscles in order to gain a sense of support. If, as adults, these people try to relax their muscular contractions they will experience anxiety because they lack feelings of inner support from their bones and joints.”
― Emotional Anatomy: The Structure of Experience
― Emotional Anatomy: The Structure of Experience
“To teach what one doesn't know is simply to ask questions about what one doesn't know.”
― The Ignorant Schoolmaster: Five Lessons in Intellectual Emancipation
― The Ignorant Schoolmaster: Five Lessons in Intellectual Emancipation
“I AM ROWING (a hex poem)
i have cursed your forehead, your belly, your life
i have cursed the streets your steps plod through
the things your hands touch
i have cursed the inside of your dreams
i have placed a puddle in your eye so that you cant see anymore
an insect in your ear so that you cant hear anymore
a sponge in your brain so that you cant understand
anymore
i have frozen you in the soul of your body
iced you in the depths of your life
the air you breathe suffocates you
the air you breathe has the air of a cellar
is an air that has already been exhaled
been puffed out by hyenas
the dung of this air is something no one can breathe
your skin is damp all over
your skin sweats out waters of great fear
your armpits reak far and wide of the crypt
animals drop dead as you pass
dogs howl at night their heads raised toward your house
you cant run away
you cant muster the strength of an ant to the tip of your feet
your fatigue makes a lead stump in your body
your fatigue is a long caravan
your fatigue stretches out to the country of nan
your fatigue is inexpressible
your mouth bites you
your nails scratch you
no longer yours, your wife
no longer yours, your brother
the sole of his foot bitten by an angry snake
someone has slobbered on your descendents
someone has drooled in the mouth of your laughing little girl
someone has walked by slobbering all over the face of your domain
the world moves away from you
i am rowing
i am rowing
i am rowing against your life
i am rowing
i split into countless rowers
to row more strongly against you
you fall into blurriness
you are out of breath
you get tired before the slightest effort
i row
i row
i row
you go off drunk tied to the tail of a mule
drunkenness like a huge umbrella that darkens the sky
and assembles the flies
dizzy drunkenness of the semicircular canals
unnoticed beginnings of hemiplegia
drunkeness no longer leaves you
lays you out to the left
lays you out to the right
lays you out on the stony ground of the path
i row
i row
i am rowing against your days
you enter the house of suffering
i row
i row
on a black blinfold your life is unfolding
on the great white eye of a one eyed horse
your future is unrolling
I AM ROWING”
―
i have cursed your forehead, your belly, your life
i have cursed the streets your steps plod through
the things your hands touch
i have cursed the inside of your dreams
i have placed a puddle in your eye so that you cant see anymore
an insect in your ear so that you cant hear anymore
a sponge in your brain so that you cant understand
anymore
i have frozen you in the soul of your body
iced you in the depths of your life
the air you breathe suffocates you
the air you breathe has the air of a cellar
is an air that has already been exhaled
been puffed out by hyenas
the dung of this air is something no one can breathe
your skin is damp all over
your skin sweats out waters of great fear
your armpits reak far and wide of the crypt
animals drop dead as you pass
dogs howl at night their heads raised toward your house
you cant run away
you cant muster the strength of an ant to the tip of your feet
your fatigue makes a lead stump in your body
your fatigue is a long caravan
your fatigue stretches out to the country of nan
your fatigue is inexpressible
your mouth bites you
your nails scratch you
no longer yours, your wife
no longer yours, your brother
the sole of his foot bitten by an angry snake
someone has slobbered on your descendents
someone has drooled in the mouth of your laughing little girl
someone has walked by slobbering all over the face of your domain
the world moves away from you
i am rowing
i am rowing
i am rowing against your life
i am rowing
i split into countless rowers
to row more strongly against you
you fall into blurriness
you are out of breath
you get tired before the slightest effort
i row
i row
i row
you go off drunk tied to the tail of a mule
drunkenness like a huge umbrella that darkens the sky
and assembles the flies
dizzy drunkenness of the semicircular canals
unnoticed beginnings of hemiplegia
drunkeness no longer leaves you
lays you out to the left
lays you out to the right
lays you out on the stony ground of the path
i row
i row
i am rowing against your days
you enter the house of suffering
i row
i row
on a black blinfold your life is unfolding
on the great white eye of a one eyed horse
your future is unrolling
I AM ROWING”
―
“Life, its processes and structures, occur in its solution. Every living thing, then, is simply a different inflection of water; a deviation of a few per cent from purity.”
― The Water Book
― The Water Book
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