February 2011
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“I’ve already spent too much time
Doing things I didn’t want to
So...”
– Amanda Palmer, Do You Swear To Tell The Truth The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth So Help Your Black Ass, 2010 Download this song from Bandcamp
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Unique, just like everybody else
Our poetry now is the realisation that we possess nothing anything therefore is a delight (since we do not possess it) and thus need not fear its loss We need not destroy the past; it is gone at any moment, it might reappear and seem to be and be the present Would it be a repetition? Only if we thought we owned it, but since we don’t, it is free and so are we.
John Cage, Lecture on Nothing,...
