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Millions of viewers worldwide watched the first moon landing on TV.

A black and white Sylvania. The tubes glowing. Stanley Kubrick’s 2001. Shape the Future

As a child, he enjoyed stargazing and reading American science fiction magazines, which sparked his lifelong enthusiasm for space sciences

THEO DREAMS (we introduce the Death of a King storyline thru recurring dream):

EP 104, open:

VO escutcheon voided(this represents the smaller shield with a shield-shaped hole, heritage, legacy, family crest)

Theo Can’t quite see the details of a family crest.

Realizing he had dozed off in class again, Theo blinks, catches the gaze of TA Maureen Mathieson who says, “Mr. Leonid, what did Queequeg mean?

“an orle of ROKOVOKO

Rokovoko

Ishmael speaks very highly of Queequeg, but we never really get a direct sense of who Queequeg is.

you no speak-e, dam-me, I Kill-e
Omniscience

A Heraldry smothering anyExpectations of greatness He refused to submit a patient etherized upon the table Is god the surgeon or anesthesiologist? Sister Mary and her tribunal of fate

VOICE OUTSIDE : In the present system! You bitch! -schizophrenic woman Yelling on Pacific

(this really happened!)

Not today he said

Screams inside his sister’s head

EAR everyone a robot

And wait it did, festering embellishments festooning the

Hence the magnificent gables, the plaster scrolls, escutcheons, vases, masks, garlands, festoons, cartouches, balustrades, and whatnot.— Steve King, Condé Nast Traveler, “Why We Keep Going Back to Amsterdam,” 24 Dec. 2018

At least one Kennedy family member served in federal elective office in every year from 1947, when P.J. Kennedy’s grandson, John F. Kennedy, became a member of Congress from Massachusetts; to 2011, when P.J. Kennedy’s great-grandson, Patrick J. Kennedy, retired as a member of Congress from Rhode Island, a span of 64 years.[1]

Tipperary (town)

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There was only one catch

and that was catch-22

The philosophy of doom

Imperative Ruskie

Javelin Roulette

Ah biscotti

Nagasaki

mon amour

Catch-22 specified that a concern for one’s safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind.

René Girard’s thought defies classification. Although he rarely calls himself a philosopher, many philosophical implications can be derived from his work.

Theo met Mary in Berkeley she was studying Philosophical Anthropology “what is it to be human?’ drawing from multiple disciplinary perspectives.

She spoke French, wanted to change her name, was a fan of Hiroshima mon Amour – her armour, a hidden history beneath the floorboards of every Midwest mill town and nuclear weapon-sifting silo. She was from Ohio. Philosophical questions about the nature of mankind had just passed and what it means to be human revisited, accounted for by those brave enough to defend the bad with the good – it’s getting harder to make the case she said, for humanity.

Mimetic theory

According to this theory human beings imitate each other, and this eventually gives rise to rivalries and violent conflicts. Such conflicts are partially solved by a scapegoat mechanism, but ultimately, Christianity is the best antidote to violence.

Theo went to a showing of Catch-22 outside Strongsville.

A paradoxical situation we were in and there was no easy way to get out of it, which explained why so many tried to escape. They were colliding with the shaking off of their parents’ great myth, like generations before and many more to follow.

But somehow this was different. It was a seizing of innocence, a slow burn, a last gasp of a great idea that has outlived its worthiness in the swift and harsh strike of time.

Girard considers that a person may desire an object only as part of a larger desire; that is, to be her mediator. Girard calls the desire to be other people, ‘metaphysical desire.’

rules, regulations, or procedures that an individual is subject to, but has no control over, because to fight the rule is to accept it.

changing our minds

psilocybin

There are two churches in the United States that, under a Supreme Court decision, can legally have a psychedelic communion using this tea and have visions or spiritual insight, religious insight through this sacred plant tea. And of course there are a lot of people doing this underground — there is both a therapeutic and a spiritual renaissance going on both above and underground right now.

 

The gathering of the tribes has to be held in secret this year.

It’s fatal to equivocate

Sgt Radisson, Genevieve’s one and only Saudi Arabian expert, was on the move, in June, last seen off route 7 with Lou Lewis, brother of Lewellyn “L.E.” Lewis Carter, the matriarch in charge of wayward manor where people in danger recovered, returned to “society” as living treasures.

*any legacy largely ignored

Intended scope of the prophet

minuscule

submerged

alone
in secrecy

revered

Monday

The thought police

Bravo!

labeled by the forensic profiler algorithm manipulater beta tester nubile and named Ally E. Spun

Algorithm cues laced with would-be

bad acid.

syndactically ambitious

  • Hindenburg Gargantuan 🙏

when a word is ambiguous because it has more than one meaning

Equivocation is a fallacy by which a specific word or phrase in an argument is used with more than one meaning. It’s also known as semantic equivocation.

port’ (‘harbor’) or ‘port’ (‘kind of fortified wine’), is being used—and also which sense of the polysemous verb ‘pass’ is intended.”

Compare also with the term polysemy, which refers to when a single word has more than one meaning

You’re nothing but a participle- or as she called or, “the damaged pump” dependant on one or more auxiliary verbs, to indicate tense, aspect, or voice. The ego, in other words.

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EKG in progress

 “the damaged pump”

In combination with one or more auxiliary verbs, a participle can indicate tense, aspect, or voice.  

Hard for say

It’s hard for say.

That’s how you express the thought in Hawaii. Pidgin they call it. An amalgamation of French Polynesia, Portuguese, Japanese and Hawaiian with its 42 words to express what the invading barbarians referred to in one syllable and with only four letters.

Did that make the English language unimaginative? No. Not as an absolute. Tamed beasts, economical in size, stealth and slaying power. It’s hard to marginalize the discrepancies but in that age of gilded guilt in shambles from Shame, it’s like this but unlike any other

knife

out

And I winced

A common occurrence

In lost

subterranean

Tribes accounting for

history

collectively

rise

As

Above

The sadness mostly comes and goes

A swath

swarms

cooing

slipping

into the

Voided anchor


Speculative Anthropologies

Through the imaginative interpellations of speculative fiction (SF), the contributors to this Theorizing the Contemporary series gravitate toward new localities and means of presence: ecological, technological… 

Anthropology is suspended in teleologies we ourselves have spun. Our versions of life now are inescapably inflected by how we think life is going to be. —Sam… 

means of presence – define

Dignity

Abstracts

and ending

toggled low

Anderson, Ryan, Emma Louise Backe, Taylor Nelms, Elizabeth Reddy, and Jeremy Trombley. 2018. “Speculative Anthropologies.” Theorizing the Contemporary, Fieldsights, December 18. https://culanth.org/fieldsights/series/speculative-anthropologies:

FIELD INSIGHTS

IM ISOLATING AGAIN

consistently

blunt

HUMILITY V FUTILITY :

From AnthroSpec

epistemological humility should not be confused with futility: possibilities and potentialities still matter. 

Negative Reinforcement

Endless loop

Sadness goes here.

Bring the war home

The weapons of mass destruction came later, but mutually assured destruction was always on the table. What more could humanity want than mass suicide with complete erasure of our entire history? Only the political elite could come up with such existential idiocy.

Planet of the Pigs

In the spring of 1975, as America’s war in Vietnam drew to its grim conclusion, a new magazine targeted readers who did not want it to end. Soldier of Fortune was founded by Robert K. Brown, a former Green Beret based in Boulder, Colorado, who made the profitable discovery that his publication could double as an employment agency for mercenaries and a weaponry catalogue.

The magazine’s classified ads offered an eclectic menu of ‘professional adventure’. You could enlist in Portugal’s war against anti-colonial guerrillas in Mozambique or sign up for the sultan of Oman’s counterinsurgency against the communist Dhofar rebellion. More sedentary readers could buy a ‘Free Cambodia’ T-shirt, donate to an anti-Sandinista relief fund, support the search for POWs, stock up on Confederate paraphernalia, get a TEC-9 assault pistol, hire a hitman or order dynamite by the truckload.

Cam wrote to Theo: I’m not sure they specifically didn’t want Vietnam to end. It was no longer new, already rapaciously spent. They just wanted more battlefields, to keep their skills sharp in perpetual “professional adventure.” If by adventure, you mean going against everything America was supposed to stand for, you know, freedom, send me your tired and weak, the asylum seekers, the meek for they shall inherit the scorched earth.

Then, a decade later, Cam signed up for Honduras when he met some Vietnam vets in Kalalau.

After two mercenary tours, he was done. After the kids head ended up splattered all over his fatigues and shrapnel lodged in his shoulder, forever reminding him of that look on his face right before that bullet hit, the moment his gun was pointed at Cam, who had, in that slow motion instant, somehow accepted the inevitable.

To not be killed in an instance like this was impossible to discuss with non-combatants so he kept his secret close although the nightmares never let him forget the futility of spheres of influence.


The popularity of a magazine like this, which at the height of its circulation in the early 1980s had 190,000 subscribers, testifies to the global reach of the paramilitary American right…

There wasn’t the right and the left so much as now. There were largely generational differences with the older generation supporting Republican policies of supposed “fiscal conservatism and wise use of our advantage coming out of WWII. The Democrats were shot and in wheelchairs, governing as martyrs, or spending too much on the “war on poverty.

After Nixon‘s tapes left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth, Tricky Dicky was out and the shah of Iran was in. Jimmy Carter learned the hard way when the biggest hawk we’d ever had swaggered in with hostage rescues, giant shields in space meant to protect our silos from the Ruskies and a new war – the war on drugs – to resume the profiteering from banana republics that America assumed was hers for the taking. (See CIA & Pinochet).

Soldier of Fortune featured ‘participant’ despatches from unofficial war zones, interviews with European colonial rogues, and a sense of drama that cast the US as the last bulwark against the communist tide. Confederate ‘lost cause’ pathos alternated with a buoyant sense of America’s chosenness.


A Lost Cause Pathos

Are we there yet? Can we finally declare the cause got lost? Who gets to determine such a declaration?

Manifest destiny is an overwhelming burden to bear, so we could only shoot ourselves in the foot to get out of being drafted for that deployment.

By the late 1970s, American mercenaries were advertising their services in Rhodesian phonebooks. Twenty years later, a handful were serving in Croatian nationalist battalions in the Yugoslav wars, with underground American white power organisations promoting wider recruitment – and seeking out and funding East German neo-Nazis. More recently, some 15 American freelancers have joined gonzo-fascist Ukrainian units in the Donbass to fight ‘Putin’s communists’, though others see the Russian president as a knight for the white power cause.

The sheer stupidity of “a knight for the white power cause” is mind-boggling. We have reached the stage where beliefs not only no longer add up to any cohesive principles that formulate a cognizant strategy to build a better country, but basic logic was gleefully thrown out the window by the self-proclaimed defenders of some nefarious looking honor.

Power. A lot has been said on the subject, in speeches and books. But it’s mostly demonstrated by the bully with the bigger weapons.

For more than a century, anti-communism was a reliable binding agent on the American right. Disparate factions, from tax protesters and libertarians to fundamentalist Christians, from anti-abortion activists to the Ku Klux Klan and white power terror cells, could share a common enemy.

While I find that analysis reprehensibly snide and lacking in nuance of any kind (you see “the left” will bludgeon you with sanctimonious words, as “the right” sharpens its knives made in China), it’s somewhat true that for a few generations of us, that “fight a commie for mommy” mentality was instilled in the hearts and minds of young Americans.

The dozens of American right-wing paramilitary groups that started appearing in the 1970s and 1980s – from the Aryan Nations and White Aryan Resistance to the Brüder Schweigen and the Phineas Priesthood – have been treated as aberrant outgrowths by Republican lawmakers: it helps that the hardcore white power movement in America has no more than 25,000 active members.

Is there census data for this smug assertion? I say there’s 25,001. What then?

The Canadian historian Quinn Slobodian has recently labelled this apparent ideological mongrel ‘xenophobic libertarianism’, pointing to the fact that the American right has consistently paired the demand for an absolute right to free movement of capital with ever more biologised criteria for the exclusion of people.

Thanks Canada, with your perfectly manageable population, for giving us another label for the tragic malaise eating through the plains like a plague, raging down the Mississippi like the great flood, infecting the soul of the greatest country on earth.

I was never sure why on earth was necessary but now with Mars vacations and Pluto coming and going, it should suffice. It’s an awful lot of responsibility to carry, and we just got tired of the Lie.

The Vietnam War fused white power and anti-communism together. Shared wartime experience during World War Two seems to have reduced racism in the ranks – Truman went on to desegregate the military in 1948 – but Vietnam did the opposite.

How do such things occur? Like tides flowing, carrying schools of fish directly into the shark’s belly.

At Cam Ranh Bay naval base, black servicemen revolted when white soldiers celebrated the death of Martin Luther King by raising the Confederate flag. 

It happens. Right in front of us.

Bring the war home’: what began as an anti-war slogan on the American left was appropriated by the extreme right as a proclamation of intent. Louis Beam – one of the major strategists of the paramilitary right and a central figure in Belew’s book – was a decorated veteran who had logged more than a thousand hours as a door-gunner on Huey choppers..

What an odd sentiment after world wars that ravaged, well, the world.

Bring the war home

And boy did they. Dumping crack on the streets then incarcerating the population. The war on drugs filled the gap between fighting for humanity and destroying what’s left of it.
Allowing a deadly virus to take hold because it seemingly only went after “the undesirableintravenous drug users, prostitutes and homosexual populations. That was until it didn’t. The first child with hemophilia to die from AIDS horrified the judges, who now had to deal with a leak in the spent rods.

Crucially, as Belew shows, most American paramilitary groups in the years after Vietnam considered themselves vigilantes. They were taking up the fight themselves because they believed the state was too cowardly or too paralysed to defend itself against Judeo-communist usurpers: the liberal establishment was infiltrated, or naive, or merely weak, unable to contend with a communist agenda that sought to destroy white nativist values and identity. 

I never understood why communism was a word employed to describe something good. The evidence was overwhelming. Gulag Archipelago. Bread lines. Boxer rebellions. Destroying everything that got you there. It never made sense as a mobilizing force in the states.

But here we are.

‘A leaderless resistance’, [that] model of guerrilla warfare, borrowed from communist and anti-colonial partisans, in which small cells operate in concert but without knowing the leaders of the other cells, removing any chance of their informing on one another. 


Resistance is futile

The left of today coopted the language of the right who–

wanted to redirect the energies of white power against those elements of the federal government which he believed had betrayed its original constitutional mandate to protect the white race.

Supreme, extreme & mean source of all quotations.

Then there’s Timothy McVeigh.

But McVeigh should interest us perhaps more for the person he became in prison. By the time of his execution, in 2001, he had begun to sound like a contributor to Counterpunch. Here he was, cogently, in 1998:

If Saddam is such a demon, and people are calling for war crimes charges and trials against him and his nation, why do we not hear the same cry for blood directed at those responsible for even greater amounts of ‘mass destruction’ – like those responsible and involved in dropping bombs on [Iraqi] cities. The truth is, the US has set the standard when it comes to the stockpiling and use of weapons of mass destruction.

The connections between American violence abroad and American violence at home seemed self-evident to McVeigh, but for the majority of Americans even to hint at such connections remains taboo.

Perhaps that’s what staggers the most. All possible logical connections are simply lost and we end up with a crowd of blithering babbling “sides” and “positions” with insults hurled so predictably the conversation simply stopped.

The birth of the boob tube

Theo sat in the glow of Mary’s Zenith, a small conduit to the newfound voice of those who missed the sordid side of hippie life, the life-crushing Cuban bays, secret silos, pigs, nuclear submarines, breadlines, hits out on a president, then lead lawyer of the land. Outrageous tit for tat, yet we buckled not for long, shifting our weight, into pressure for sometimes better.

Back then, she wheezed

there were moments called benchmarks when humanity was still largely innocent and unaware – just within one lifetime, this the analog to digital generation of baby sisters and brothers.

The following time time-the 7th generation–would see change so fast, your head would Spin & really, who can fight change?

In the end, the process takes precedence but why do so many have to suffer even die, needlessly when you consider the pain each mother borne with their first breath.

What should be sanctified is sanctioned off to the highest bidder, always bitter, the disingenuous sore winner.

More on that later in the flashback into the future and no Manson please (cut to topanga canyon tennis coach 1967-69), and pill popping navy lock picker L. Ron’s mescaline moment after the Alamo cult delivers starved starlets living on angel dust to the sordid dreams to studio illicits, secret bohemian monuments of power, consolidated control of our psyche.

To get a free man to think he must work for whatever wage you give, sacrifice his youth and innovation for profit he never sees all Just so you can screw him in the end.

Add population game never evolving much past Genghis Kahn….and you begin to ascertain a recipe for disaster…

THEO IS ON assignmenttelevision 1970

End of an era, beginning of a new wave

Dragnet’s hallmark was its appearance of realism

from the documentary-style narration by Joe Friday, to the cases drawn from the files of the real L.A.P.D., to its attention to the details of police work (“It was 3:55. . .We were working the day watch out of homocide”).
Viewers were reminded of the unglamorous dead ends and the constant interruptions of their private lives that plague real policemen, and this made the final shoot-out and capture of the criminal all the more exciting.
SATISFYING: after the criminal was apprehendedAt the end of each episode, after the criminal was apprehended, an announcer would describe what happened at the subsequent trial and the severity of the sentence. 

REVENGE storyline: severity of the sentence

Ends 1970.

Smart (Don Adams in his iconic, Emmy-winning role), an American Clouseau, was not stupid. Totally inept as a secret agent, Smart could barely use the gadgetry the agency provided him (including a phone embedded in his shoe). Though all evidence to the contrary, he was, in his own mind, a suave and sophisticated spy, albeit one who would inadvertently lean against a freshly painted wall while shadowing an enemy agent.


Kukla, Fran and Ollie was the first children’s show to be equally popular with children and adults. The show’s immense popularity stemmed from its simplicity, gentle fun and frolic and adult wit

From August 1952 to June 1954, KFO ran as a weekly program on Sundays from 3–3:30 p.m. CT.

During that time, KFO was a hugely successful show that counted Orson Welles, John Steinbeck, Tallulah Bankhead, Ben Grauer, Milton Caniff, and Adlai Stevenson among its many adult fans.

The show had sponsors like Lifemagazine, RCA, Nabisco and Ford Motor Co., who surely weren’t trying to reach children.  

1954 Best Children’s Program

1971 Outstanding Children’s Programming.

The first publicly announced network broadcast of a program using the NTSC compatible color” system was an episode of Kukla, Fran and Ollie on August 30, 1953.

Tillstrom influenced and mentored many later puppeteers, including Shari Lewis & Jim Henson.

Kukla and Ollie made an appearance on the Carpenters 1977 television special for ABC “The Carpenters at Christmas” along with Harvey Korman and Kristy McNichol.

Kuklatorians


The characters refused to acknowledge that they were actually puppets

The majority of the storylines of Kukla, Fran and Ollie involved the group of puppets planning and rehearsing for stage shows and plays. In fact, the characters staged scenes from Shakespearean plays, historical re-enactments, and at least one original show called St. George and the Dragon.

The characters refused to acknowledge that they were actually puppets on a show and instead, acted like characters who were presenting a show.

It was a strange and quirky twist that audiences loved.

It laid the groundwork for other similar shows, such as The Muppet Show

Groundbreaking

Characters who were cheerful, funny, and exuberant, much like children

Ratings showed that only half of the viewers were children. 

The puppets often engaged with current events which helped to keep the material fresh. 

But the lines were ad-libbed on the spot. Watching the shows now, viewers can see mistakes and flubbed lines, as well as background noise from the stage crew and awkward pauses in the action. All of that would be edited out of a modern show, but it was left in on Kukla, Fran and Ollie. 

James Thurber once wrote that Tillstrom was

helping to save the sanity of the nation and to improve, if not even to invent, the quality of television.”

The Horse had a name

He was told by a reliable source that this was about a rather large industrial sized fan they used to circulate the air in their rehearsal space.

The fan was out of balance, and would vibrate, and “crawl” across the floor.

They called it Big Bertha…

Picking up 95S, stubborn, southern, sultry, heading for an

Eventual

Point Dumas, off the flat tarmac

INT MA N POP’S interstate grill

Theo sits across from Stacy Linden, canoodling a waffle.


So I didn’t ruin it for you then, she cooed in that irresistible tenor, a bait and switch of astronomical proportion of universality right down to peas in a pod and summary coagulation.

No, he muttered, metaphorically speaking, he added, absently stirring a plastic McDonald’s apparatus he’d carried since Hattares where Amber Reyes said her farewells before disappearing for good into the Bermuda triangle.

Remember that? He added.

Addendum.

Nope, she glided.

200,000 Cities

II. An ounce of blood

Omissions from the Mission.

(og) = owngoal
  • but contre son camp
  • 乌龙球
  • if someone scores an own goal, they accidentally score a goal for the team they are playing against.
  • gol contra
  • autogolo

Rêves Théo

Cameroon, 1972.

Josef’s Congo.

The jesters’ augers moving mountains.

III: Insular

Isolé et ignorant

He wanted to put things back. The way he’d conceived. The way he’d been lead to believe.

Hymno da Carta plays softly from a sunrise

Rosebud

Steal your face

Zuma Rock.

This was Theo’s destination. Because Lionel was last seen somewhere around the Nile. He had to cross sideways under the cover of nets, past canvas tarpaulins over fruit and rice, atop trunks branded Guerra do Ultramar bound for Kinshasa via Covadongo with Eugene Stoner’s ArmaLite and parts from a Jaguar.

Civil resistance 

Military Order of Saint James of the Sword

As a Scottish Presbyterian, Duncan took the Sabbath, the Lord’s day, with haute aplomb

But he wasn’t near any churches so he went to battle.

IV. Mental illness hath no fury

But I’ll get back on my feet someday
The good old Lord willin’, if He says I may
I know that the life I’m livin’s no good
I’ll get a new start, live the life I should
I’ll get up and fly away, I’ll get up and fly away, fly away

Drinking beer < 1920

the-haight-love-rock-and-revolution

Wasn’t much after East of Eden, the timbres go, long time ago, where boats cane round after hours playing down.

Garcia voices a man named Shannon, and Weir his partner in crime, the titular Jack Straw.

The first verse is sung from the perspective of Jack Straw, who says that they can share in their good times (the women and the wine), though Shannon will have to pay for it out of his own pocket, since Jack is somewhat down on his luck. Gambling is mostly to blame for this, we will later learn.

Jack tells Shannon that they have to “keep on rollin’” and avoid the law…

I got no dime but I got the time to hear your story

For now, Mississippi would have to do.

Worth 236 billion bits of coin

Sacrosanct expression

How long does it take?

210.

Other Dimensions: Screen by Gahan Wilson

Wilson reviews The Omen III: The Final Conflict. He gives a recap of his thoughts on the first two Omen films (the first film was directed by Twilight Zone alum Richard Donner and scored by TZ alum Jerry Goldsmith, the latter of whom won an Academy Award for his work on the film) saying that both films were enjoyable, particularly the inventively gruesome death sequences, but that the films contain an artificiality which contradicts their efforts at verisimilitude. Other Dimensions: Screen by Gahan Wilson  -Wilson reviews The Omen III: The Final Conflict. He gives a recap of his thoughts on the first two Omen films (the ftheir efforts at verisimilitude.
Other Dimensions: Screen by Gahan Wilson -Wilson reviews The Omen III: The Final Conflict. He gives a recap of his thoughts on the first two Omen films (the first film was directed by Twilight Zone alum Richard Donner and scored by TZ alum Jerry Goldsmith, the latter of whom won an Academy Award for his work on the film) saying that both films were enjoyable, particularly the inventively gruesome death sequences, but that the films contain an artificiality which contradicts their efforts at verisimilitude.

The Unified Fightersian economy, worth 236 billion Bitcoins a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Beef-Based Agriculture, Pizza Delivery, and Soda Sales.

Average income is 47,313 Bitcoins, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.4 times as much as the poorest.

both films were enjoyable, particularly the inventively gruesome death sequences, but that the films contain an artificiality which contradicts their efforts at verisimilitude.

They could not effort enough


Free Will fuck yeah

https://w3w.co/keeps.export.snake

Easy

Shadow sword

The shadow across his back was shallow. A malingering depression filled the empty space between self-pity and commiseration. The truth was people were just happy it was him not them.

But would you kindly ponder this question: What would your good do if evil didn’t exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows 
disappeared? After all, shadows are cast by things and people. Here is the 
shadow of my sword. But shadows also come from trees and living beings. 

Do you want to strip the earth of all trees and living things just because 
of your fantasy of enjoying naked light?

Mikhail Bulgakov

The Song “Sympathy for the Devil,” The Rolling Stones was inspired by The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov.

In 1968, Mick Jagger’s then-girlfriend, Marianne Faithfull, passed along a little book she thought he might enjoy.

Jagger ended up writing “Sympathy for the Devil” after reading the novel, which starts when Satan, disguised as a professor, walks up and introduces himself to a pair of men discussing Jesus.

Keith began writing Gimme Shelter, while waiting for Anita to return home after a sexual soiree with Mick.

It was raining, a London downpour and he watched people from a window as they scurried for refuge from the monsoon.

Mmm, a flood is threatening
My very life today


That’s a kind of end-of-the-world song, really. It’s apocalypse; the whole record’s like that

-Mick Jagger on Let it Bleed

“horizontal collaboration”


War, children
It’s just a shot away

He counts Angelina Jolie, Uma Thurman, Carla Bruni and Brigitte Bardot among his conquests

The Rolling Stones have 18 children between the four of them…Charlie Watts has one, Ronnie Wood has six, Keith Richards four and Mick has eight with five different women.

Satisfacción

Keith almost died in 2006 after falling out of a tree while on holiday in Fiji and suffering a brain haemorrhage 

Can’t you hear me knocking?

I’m here to see St. Peter.

I’m afraid he’s in confession.

So I’m free to go?

You were always free.

I was the first existentialist in my school.

We know.

So you are omniscient but just don’t care.

Well, not me, I’m just a cherub.

And it was so.

Community Liberation

As women, we have been taught either to ignore our differences, or to view them as causes for separation and suspicion rather than as forces for change. Without community there is no liberation, only the most vulnerable and temporary armistice between an
individual and her oppression.

Audre Lorde talks mostly of freedom:

like bread in our children’s mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours…

And yet, isolation, disappointment, disillusionment and pain abound these days…

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