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blackswaneuroparedux · 19 hours ago
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Conservatism is founded on love: love of what has been good to you, and forgiveness of what has not.
- Sir Roger Scruton, Gentle Regrets
To say that conservativsm is founded in love means it is not founded in principle nor even in thought. Rather, it’s a founding of feeling – attachment, commitment, partiality, discrimination and prejudice; things generally treated as untrustworthy, irrational and even illegitimate by those who dominate our public discourse, despite their evident universality. There is no right or wrong to love. It arises of its own accord. This puts it beyond the control of the technocratic mindset. It is therefore suspect.
The same goes for the attachment of people to place which we call ‘home’. Scruton was particularly committed to this relation, to “love of the land and the landscape” – and particularly to his and/or our relation, that of the English to the land of England. Progressives typically denounce this sort of commitment as ‘blood and soil’ nationalism. And while Scruton considered any lingering racial definition “untenable now for reasons both scientific and moral”, he certainly believed in the soil bit: that our relation to a particular piece of territory is imbued with significance and prefigures our preferences or prejudices; that this entails exclusion of ‘others’ (not in an absolute way mind you) and that there is nothing wrong with this.
Those who don’t already know Scruton well might start to get a sense here for quite how offensive his musings have been to mainstream liberals, left-wingers, and indeed some big ‘c’ Conservatives (the political careerist classes). But these peole see things in very narrow ideological terms. If one really thinks about it, he’s really talking about ordinary every day common sense which we all have a feeling for ‘home’ or some kind of attachment to a place.
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standingatthefence · a month ago
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September 25, 1952 - December 15th, 2021
“In our small-town segregated world, we lived in communities of resistance, where even the small everyday gesture of porch sitting was linked to humanization. Racist white folks often felt extreme ire when observing a group of black folks gathered on a porch. They used derogatory phases like “porch monkey” both to express contempt and to once again conjure up racist iconography linking blackness to nature, to animals in the wild. As a revolutionary threshold between home and street, the porch as liminal space could also then be a place of antiracist resistance. While white folk could interpret at will the actions of a black person on the street, the black person or persons gathered on a porch defied such interpretation. The racist eye could only watch, yet never truly know, what was taking place on the porches among black folk.” 
Hooks, Bell. (2009). A Place Where the Soul Can Rest . Belonging: A culture of place (p.149). essay, Routledge. 
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thesilicontribesman · 7 months ago
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Snake Gate, nr. Tintern Abbey, Wales and England Border
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guulabii · 16 days ago
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brené brown, the gifts of imperfection,
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macrolit · 3 months ago
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That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from everyone. You belong.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940) American writer
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feral-ballad · 4 months ago
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Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “Magdalene: The next day”
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addictivecontradiction · a month ago
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Kill your darlings, 2013
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lifeofdai · 4 months ago
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Intimacy transcends the physical. It is a feeling of closeness that isn’t about proximity, but of belonging. It is a beautiful emotional space in which two become one.
— Steve Maraboli
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problemglyphs · 4 months ago
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22/05/2015 10:48:57
i dont belong anywhere and i dont think i'll ever will. I feel completely alone all the time.
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brightorangerain · 4 months ago
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memoryslandscape · 4 days ago
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To write today is an emptiness—it’s in the form or the passage, in a piece without belonging:
Liliana Ponce, from “The Somber Station,” transl. Michael Martin Shea, The New England Review (vol. 42, no. 4, 2021)
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blackswaneuroparedux · 25 days ago
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We are needy creatures, and our greatest need is for home - the place where we are, where we find protection and love. We achieve this home through representations of our own belonging, not alone but in conjunction with others. All our attempts to make our surroundings look right - through decorating, arranging, creating - are attempts to extend a welcome to ourselves and to those whom we love.
- Sir Roger Scruton 
Hilarem Natalem Christi tibi exopto!
Merry Christmas to all my followers.
See you all in the New Year 2022
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inthearmsof · 6 months ago
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said the hammer to the nail
Anaïs Mitchell - Epic (part II) (2010) // If Beale Street Could Talk - James Baldwin (1974) // Richard Siken - Logic (2015) // Meg & Dia - Halloween (2009)
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thesilicontribesman · 5 months ago
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Three Viking-Age Brooches from The Galloway Hoard, The National Museum of Scotland, Edinburgh.
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michaelbogild · 3 months ago
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Stop walking through the world looking for confirmation that you don’t belong. You will always find it because you’ve made that your mission. Stop scouring people’s faces for evidence that you’re not enough. You will always find it because you’ve made that your goal. True belonging and self-worth are not goods; we don’t negotiate their value with the world. The truth about who we are lives in our hearts. Our call to courage is to protect our wild heart against constant evaluation, especially our own. No one belongs here more than you.
Brené Brown
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spiritualseeker77 · 7 months ago
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feral-ballad · 6 months ago
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I didn’t belong to anyone. I wouldn’t allow myself to belong to anyone.
Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “Magdalene— The Seven Devils”
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rini-descartes · 3 months ago
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"I'm not in the right place - alas, I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I'm not in the right place."
— Franz Kafka
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chibird · a year ago
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The comic I started on the Chibirdversary stream yesterday!! 🎉 I had so much fun with you all, through all the sneezing and crying, knocking over my my plushes, and desperately trying to read the speeding chat while drawing! I'm honestly still so shocked and full of love from the surprise site yesterday (up for eternity at chibird.com/chibird10), and I’m so thankful for all my loved ones and friends who helped put it together and contributed pieces.
I was told that people were commenting "chiburger" and "chicken sandwich" in chat as I was drawing the 3rd slide, and I thought that was so hilarious I put it in! (≧▽≦) Thank you all so much for coming to the livestream! I have seriously the kindest, most positive community, and you all make me feel so loved! 😭❤
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a-path-by-the-moon · 9 months ago
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