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Trashlog

COLLECTING A PIECE OF TRASH FOR THE INTERNET EVERY DAY

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www.allmylifeforsale.com

A project on identity and it's role in our lives.

(seen at God talk)

Does this mean that as artists we are compelled to seek novel ways to address timeless issues? Is originality the requirement of art? Not at all. What is required is freshness. Originality may be the darling of the fans of art, but it is hardly the ambition of artists of serious intent. When what needs saying can be said best with available material, we use it. Why not? When the thing needing expression can't be caught with conventional apparatus, we invent our own. Why not?
Originality is a false issue, and so is technique. As important as these two factors are, they are impediments only to those who stand outside of art.

(from Been There...Still There)

do
one
thing
every
day
that
scares
you.

--Anonymous

(a poem I wrote this morning)

Constant Reminder

At the final destination
No one gets away
At the outer limitation
We all fall prey

For it solves the aim of war
The fighting has been done
And no need for keeping score
The pardon has been won!

Going to the only way out
All roads end here,
Moving toward the end of doubt
Where there's no fear

It's so hard with the absence
Survivors are the cost
It's easy in the presence
Casualties are the lost

Thus our plenty makes us porr
The rich departed haunts,
Yet our burden must be more
The empty space just taunts.

It seems this week everything is revolving around death and dying...

Check out the recent thread at The Door Magazine Chat Closet called "near death experiences"...

My Liveprayer devotional today mentioned about life's shortness...

The Invisible Sun has a post about tragedy...

Finally, I'm working on a poem about death...title yet unknown...

ignorance

Binary: translated from Truth:A History and a Guide for the Perplexed by Felipe Fernandez-Armesto
Text: from Easy For You by Daniel Amos

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You've got no time to read a mystery
You're not inclined to waste the energy
And wrap your mind around a paradox
Or bare the thought
Of my liberty

How does this come so easy for you?
I'd love to live like that but it's not so easy for me to be you
So clean and exact, but it's not so easy
I'd love to have it down pat but it's not easy for me to be true

QUIET!

(seen at Randall Friesen)

by Evanescence

---Bring Me To Life----

How can you see into my eyes
Like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb
Without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home

(Wake me up) Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up) Wake me up inside
(Save me) Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up) Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up) Before I come undone
(Save me) Save me from the nothing I've become

Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life

(Wake me up) Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up) Wake me up inside
(Save me) Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up) Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up) Before I come undone
(Save me) Save me from the nothing I've become

Bring me to life

I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside

Bring me to life

Frozen inside without your touch,
Without your love, darling
Only you are the life among the dead

All of this sight
I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark
But you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a 1000 years it seems
I've got to open my eyes to everything

Without a thought
Without a voice
Without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something wrong
Bring me to life

(Wake me up) Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up) Wake me up inside
(Save me) Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up) Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up) Before I come undone
(Save me) Save me from the nothing I've become

I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside

Famined by Linea Lanoie

Hunger hardly tells the half of it.
Famined is more like it.
The deep pit of the belly reels.
The very inner self cries out for food.

Skin and sinews left on bones,
Bellies round and full of nothing,
Eyes black in their sunken sockets.
Flies circle,waiting for their prey.

A mother keens for the child
Suckling at her shriveled breast.
Knowing the end is soon
Too soon, for her first and last born.

God take them quickly
Let them drink from your lifegiving stream,
Feast them at your table.
While we, satiated, rot in our own garbage.

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(seen at Caterina.net)

Nothing redeems but beauty, its generous permission, its gorgeous celebration of all that has previously been uncelebrated.

-- Dave Hickey

(from Jebediah's Emporium)

"Not what man knows but what man feels, concerns art. All else is science."

- Bernard Berenson, 1897

(seen at the journey)

“Conversion is not the smooth, easy-going process some men seem to think…It is wounding work, of course this breaking of hearts, but without wounding there is not saving. Where there is grafting there is cutting the scion must be let in with the wound; to stick it on the outside or to tie it on with a string would be of no use. Heart must be sent to heart and back to back, or there will be not sap from root to branch, and this I say must be done by a wound.”

John Bunyan, The Excellency of a Broken Heart

(seen at The Invisible Sun)

"If our charities do not at all pinch or hamper us, I should say they are too small. There ought to be things we should like to do and cannot do because our charitable expenditures excludes them."

C.S. Lewis, MERE CHRISTIANITY, p.82

(seen at The Door Magazine Chat Closet)

To me, the issue of abortion centers around the aspect of community. IOW, what kind of society do we have if it isn't a JOY to welcome children into the world?

--posted by Norm

(seen at The Invisible Sun)

"...the good life is not lived widely, but deeply. It is not doing things, but understanding what you do, that brings real excitement and lasting pleasure. What you must do is to spend 23 hours of every day of your life doing whatever falls in your way, whether it be duty or pleasure or necessary for your health or physical well-being. But - and this is the most difficult thing - you must set aside one hour of your life every day for yourself, in which you attempt to understand what you are doing."

-Robertson Davies

(via Karen Neudorf)

Jean Baudrillard:

"The high degree to which AIDS, terrorism, crack cocaine or computer viruses mobilize the popular imagination should tell us that they are more than anecdotal occurrences in an irrational world. The fact is that they contain within them the whole logic of our system..."

[via plasticbag]

(discovered via They Blinked)

Let me tell you one thing first. War sucks big time. Don t let yourself ever be talked into having one waged in the name of your freedom. Somehow when the bombs start dropping or you hear the sound of machine guns at the end of your street you don t think about your imminent liberation anymore.

from Where is Raed?

(found at The Door Magazine's Chat Closet)

Societies and civilizations, as a whole, are machines that lubricate themselves with the blood of their members.

"The untutored egoist merely wants what he wants. Give him a theological education, and it becomes obvious to him, it becomes axiomatic, that what he wants is what God wants."

The Devils of Loudun, Alduous Huxley

(seen from The Last Word at The [Wittenberg] Door Magazine)

(seen here)

Listening to another person speak can be very difficult. And going to the trouble of wondering what it might be like to be this certain someone, particularly when you don't want to, is something that doesn't exactly come naturally. Thinking twice or looking back--looking again--or being generous in your consideration of another is what is meant by the word respect. And there is nothing quite so blessed as being the recipient of such kindness. It might be the most wonderful thing (specifically in the beginning stages of an acquaintance) that one human being can offer another.It is to be a bearer of good news. The merest whiff of the stuff is enough to make most anyone swoon or tear up over the memory of when it last happened to them or the fear that it might never happen again. It can make of the world --for the practitioner AND the beneficiary--an entirely different place.

Reality is a figment of our collective imagination.

(seen at The Sakamuyo Network)

(seen via John Campea)

NightCrawler: How can one so beautiful be so angry?

Storm: Anger can help you survive.

NightCrawler: So can faith

from X-Men 2

(from the song Ribbons and Bows by Daniel Amos)

And there may not ever be
Anything new here to say
But I'm fond of finding words
That say it in a different way
...
We've got some walls to climb
We've got some gates to crash
We've got a fire to light
Burn down the pious trash

( seen at The Journey)

Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.

from here

(from Innocence Decays)

Its funny how the thoughts that are in your head are completely pure until you decide to write them down? More often than not I find myself becoming increasingly frustrated with what I put down on paper, when in my head everything is well ordered and concise and has proper meaning. It's as if the act of writing contaminates the thoughts as they spill out onto the paper, or something within the pen itself somehow taints things. Perhaps everything is so eager to get out that in the mad rush odd bits get lost or jumbled up or find themselves in a different place to what is expected of them

(from They Blinked)

write more on: the importance of federation in intersubjective meaning networks
no centralized administration, control or failure... the violence of agreement/disagreement/ignorance