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juliemellorpoet · 11 months
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I took this from Yukio Mishima’s novel, Thirst for Love. It’s a bit of banter between husband and wife, but I like how the work-shy husband, Kensuke, champions ordinariness. I’ve done very little blogging recently and mainly that’s because I’ve been busy with ordinary things in what I’d say is a fairly ordinary life. It seems to me that I get a good deal of satisfaction from the ordinary. I’m on…
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fiction-quotes · 1 year
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“My good Horse,” said the Hermit, who had approached them unnoticed because his bare feet made so little noise on that sweet, dewy grass. “My good Horse, you've lost nothing but your self-conceit. No, no, cousin. Don't put back your ears and shake your mane at me. If you are really so humbled as you sounded a minute ago, you must learn to listen to sense. You're not quite the great Horse you had come to think, from living among poor dumb horses. Of course you were braver and cleverer than them. You could hardly help being that. It doesn't follow that you'll be anyone very special in Narnia. But as long as you know you're nobody very special, you'll be a very decent sort of Horse, on the whole, and taking one thing with another. And now, if you and my other four-footed cousin will come round to the kitchen door we'll see about the other half of that mash.”
  —  The Horse and His Boy (C. S. Lewis)
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poetrythreesixfive · 2 years
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Ordinariness
These people who wish that every day were Halloween,
leaving the tombstones up all year long, posting images
of orange leaves and pumpkins in the heart of summer,
yearning for chilly nights and warm, woolen sweaters.
Don’t they understand that what makes anything special
is exception, its minority temporal status such that it only
occurs once a year, or a lifetime, or a millennium, or an
epoch, like the deadly asteroid that killed the dinosaurs?
If deadly astral bodies smashed into earth every month,
we would find them rather commonplace, moving our
civilization underground, or simply perishing beneath
the notion that some higher being clearly wants us dead.
No more Christmas lights glimmering every night at dusk,
no more fireworks every single night of the summer, and
we don’t want a going-out-of-business sale every week;
give overkill a break and cherish the regular as it comes.
So put away your black cats and witches’ hats and spider
bowls and let the children marvel at the glowing magic
of the jack-o-lantern but once a year; perhaps then it may
stir their souls upon first glimpse the way it stirred yours.
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eastgaysian · 8 months
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endlessandrea · 2 months
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Lauren Berlant / being happy to encounter our ordinariness
Hans: But then working on these platforms, such as Instagram and TikTok, requires an enormous amount of labour that goes unseen, and which is exploited by those platforms. Lauren: People are into self-exploitation if they can make something through which other people will find them. You and I are writers, what’s the difference? Most posters are not influencers. How people want to put themselves in the position to be found – that’s a really complicated thing. Of course, I don’t disagree that we are providing monetisable value in exchange for our circulation of interest. It would be better if there was no property relation to art and performance and other forms of labour.
Hans: It does seem a depleting way of having to be found. You constantly need to post on these platforms again and again without any guarantee of being successful. Lauren: But what work isn’t depleting? People are just putting it out there, like rap and house music in the early days too. Maybe it’ll have a hook. The whole idea of a hook is so central to pop culture and in The Female Complaint (2008) I argued that the central message of pop culture is ‘you are not alone.’ And even the gesture of making is a sign that you know you’re not alone. The question is, will you be found and in the way you particularly want? I do a lot of writing exercises in my classes and I tell my grad students: you write because you want to be found. But I don’t mean you want to be idealised although that’s often what wanting to be found means, because if you’re not idealised, you’re nothing in many registers of mass society. To my friends suffering from writer’s block, I always say that the thing they can’t bear is that their writing is a demonstration of their ordinariness. All of their grandiosity is in their head and then they put words on the page and their approximateness produces dread and the sentiment of, ‘Oh, I don’t know if I can live.’ And I have experienced it, and everybody experiences it, but I love my ordinariness. I find it comic. There is no middle ground when you have to be a star in order to be anything and I much prefer the middle. There are a lot of goofballs on TikTok who are not trying to be famous but who are showing up to be part of the aesthetic. So we turn to the question of the intimacy or the impersonality of belonging – a genre of intimacy. On social media there is a desire to be found whether or not your thought is spontaneous or worked on: it’s live, you want people to go there with you. That’s the thing about the impasse: how do you get people in there with you to help to move it somewhere? But I agree with you that it’s better for life if you don’t confuse the idealisation drive with world-building. If everybody needs some space of self-idealisation, can we think of the space where they’re happy to encounter themselves as distinct from being perfect or being invulnerable? And would that shift change people’s relation to their action, production, aesthetics?
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Beautiful from Ordinary Days
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luthienne · 5 months
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Mahmoud Darwish, from Journal of an Ordinary Grief (tr. from the Arabic by Ibrahim Muhawi)
[Text ID: A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees; they are the ribs of childhood.]
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maybuds · 2 years
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the older i get, the more i need time & personal space to be as boring as possible
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sadclowncentral · 9 months
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i absolutely love teenagers. i told a group of them about my work and asked them what their demands for the united nations would be and they debated among themselves and told me to "tell them to make doner kebab three euros again". yeah man i'll ask
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corvianbard · 8 months
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#5491
Maddening holiness, Grant us boldness To destroy ordinariness.
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tagerrkix · 3 months
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Eden was their ✨disney princess era✨
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soulthai · 6 months
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fiction-quotes · 11 months
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Children are assumed to enjoy little things, but actually I remember dreaming only big as a child, and then the narrowing of that dream from one interest to another, and then the channeling of all my dreams into biology and chemistry and the goal of medical school, and finally the revelation of the infinitesimal episodes of life, their neurons and helices and revolving atoms. I first learned to draw really well, in fact, from those tiniest shapes and shades in my biology labs, not from anything as large as mountains, people, or bowls of fruit.
Now when I dream big, it's for my patients, that they may eventually feel that ordinary cheerfulness of kitchen and orange, of putting their feet up in front of a television documentary, or the even bigger pleasures I imagine for them of holding down a job, coming home sane to their families, seeing the realities of a room instead of a terrible panorama of faces. For myself, I have learned to dream small – a leaf, a new paintbrush, the flesh of an orange, and the details of my wife's beauty, a glistening at the corners of her eyes, the soft hair of her arms in our living room's lamplight when she sits reading.
  —  The Swan Thieves (Elizabeth Kostova)
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jayrockin · 3 months
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This animal is called Zngti or Jngti on the southern Shess peninsula, and Anglophone humans sometimes refer to them as "centaur dogs" or "hawkdogs." They are an omnivorous predator that occupied a niche similar to a fox prior to domestication, and now fill a variety of roles in centaur settlements. They descended from a viviparous sister clade of centaurs where the hind limbs developed into a balancing organ similar to the tail of an Earth vertebrate, but did not specialize into claspers and a pouch such as in Tep (the silk dairy livestock).
Zngti do not have a strong pack coordination instinct and are not commonly used for hunting large game or herding livestock. In some ways they're comparable to domestic cats, often left unsupervised around food storage or crops to hunt vermin, but their territoriality also makes them useful for livestock defense or sentry roles.
Although there are no commonly held breed standards, different regions may have one or two specialized varieties for different functions. For game hunting, varieties tend to have a build similar to the wildtype but with flashy coat patterns. Tunnel hunting and vermin control varieties tend to have stout bodies and a bearded face to protect them from clawing prey and dirt entering their eyes and nostrils. Bulky guardian breeds are variously used to defend livestock, property, and children from threatening wildlife or strangers. Sentry alert breeds will raise a continuous "siren" howl through their excurrent nostrils in response to intruders. Most Zngti are work animals first and companions second, but in some urbanized regions toy breeds can be found. Derived from squat vermin hunting varieties, they are usually brightly colored with concave skulls that make them resemble a trunk-smiling centaur.
Although to centaurs Zngti are relatively small animals, they are often heavier and taller than humans. Some guardian breeds can be as large as a cow.
PATREON | Runaway to the Stars
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eastgaysian · 2 months
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wasyago · 9 days
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RECKS ETHO IS HERE WOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!
( etho's design changed slightly over time, but this is the current version. just a heads up because i will eventually post older drawings where he looks a bit different )
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