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palatinewolfsblog · 5 months
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Do not live half a life
and do not die a half death.
If you choose silence, then be silent.
When you speak, do so until you are finished.
If you accept, then express it bluntly.
Do not mask it.
If you refuse then be clear about it
for an ambiguous refusal is but a weak acceptance.
Do not accept half a solution.
Do not believe half truths.
Do not dream half a dream.
Do not fantasize about half hopes.
Half the way will get you nowhere.
You are a whole that exists to live a life
not half a life.
Khalil Gibran.
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Speaking is impossible, but so too would be silence or absence or a refusal to share one’s sadness.
Jacques Derrida, The Works of Mourning
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randomreasonstolive · 8 months
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Reason to Live #9469
 Refusing to do things that cross my boundaries.  – Guest Submission
(Please don't add negative comments to these posts.)
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darthfoil · 2 years
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music-fr34k · 1 month
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"Hey, nice that the speaker works so good but- how about you two switch to headphones for now. You have two headphones, remember?"
@genius-in-training
“Why? It’s not even that loud-”
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Angels in America, 2003
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cmweller · 5 months
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Challenge #03951-J299: What Do You Mean, Again?
A young god offers to make Wraithvine a god. They do not know that Wraithvine is already a 'living god' worshipped by an ever-growing number of individuals. They only know how kind the gentle elf is, yet how strong and firm, they are, and wanted to reward them for all that they have done. -- Anon Guest
Deification is weird. Gods are wont to spring forth from any number of causes. Some mortals meet extraordinary circumstances, like falling into the well of magic. Some mortals killed a fallen god and therefore inherited all the residual devotion from their warlocks-turned-clerics. Some are just so gosh-darn legendary that deification happens through public faith.
One became a minor god by building a small shrine to see which god arrived[1].
This one had risen out of a necessary need, with people praying for their mercy shortly after they gave them a name. Myazmar most often took form as an ill-smelling cloud, but was personified as a filthy person of uncertain gender. That was how ze appeared to Wraithvine when the Eternal Wizard arrived.
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howifeltabouthim · 9 months
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No, I said, no. I believe in no. I believe in a hard, resistant, diamantine no. No and no again. No, I will not. No and never and not. I prefer not to. I have grown sick to death of yes. Oh yes, I will. Yes, certainly, of course, yes, darling, yes, sweetheart. Yes, yes, yes. And she said yes.
Siri Hustvedt, from The Blazing World
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fluidstatick · 3 months
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BAD FEELINGS, by Arts Against Cuts
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REFUSAL
Ray Brassier
Since no art form generates action, the most appropriate art for a culture on the edge of extinction is one that stimulates pain.
-- Howard Barker, Arguments for a Theatre
Wisdom is always contemporary; it enjoins us to accept the way of the world, whether through enthusiastic embrace or dejected resignation.
Acceptance is the surrender of thought.
Thought is the refusal of wisdom.
Since no thought generates change, the only thinking response to a culture of authoritarian vacuity is one that begins with refusal.
Refusal is not querulous. Querulousness is self-indulgent.
Refusal is abstemious. It is the self-abnegating affirmation of what has been deliberately excluded from the horizon of possibility.
Refusal is not capricious. It follows from the assertion of a principle that has been forcibly suppressed.
Rejecting complicity, refusal prizes open unexpected horizons of solidarity.
The acceptance of the present reduces the future to the manufacture of novelty. No future is possible without the refusal of the present and of the hope that remains circumscribed by the horizon of the present.
Hope is reactionary: it cocoons actuality in the gossamer of the tolerable, dulling the thirst for change.
Despair is revolutionary: it grinds the knife-edge of the intolerable against the whetstone of actuality, sparking the will to change.
Whoever tolerates the present will never risk everything to change it.
Only those who realize they have no future left to lose will be willing to stake everything on the total transformation of the present; a transformation in which every envisageable future is abolished, the better to invite the facelessness of what will come.
The only appropriate mode of thinking for a culture on the edge of extinction is the thinking that stimulates pain.
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loneberry · 2 years
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A sensitivity to this [refusal as self-preservation] dimension is helpful in many cases where a depressive picture dominates. The person may describe their loss of energy and interest in life, with everyday chores and duties neglected, and a progressive isolation. "I can't get up", an analysand explained, "I can't eat or be with other people." What we find in some cases is that the 'I can't' in fact conceals an 'I won't', and in bringing out this act of refusal things may start to move along. The person, of course, may have no awareness of this refusal, but as its coordinates become clearer, it may become possible to engage with it more directly, and even assume it. Beyond the inertia is the refusal, and there is of course a wide variety of clinical forms of non-assimilation to the demand of the Other.
Where some refusals can be spectacular, others are more discreet, and may involve a whole range of behaviours designed, ultimately, to disappoint the parent. We see this with some frequency in work with adolescents: excelling in a subject at school, at a sport, or just generally being good, there is a sustained incarnation of some signifier, even one which may have been chosen by the child him or herself much earlier on. Disengaging from this signifier may then become essential: grades get worse, an injury disallows the sporting activity, being good becomes being difficult or plain 'bad'. A body that was praised and complimented, similarly, can become a body that is deliberately damaged.
These acts of separating can occupy a spectrum, ranging from the most extreme forms which may lead to death—as we see with certain forms of anorexia or the compulsive thoughts of wartime pilots to crash their planes—to something as everyday as throwing toys out of a pram.
--Darian Leader, Jouissance: Sexuality, Suffering and Satisfaction
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wisdomfish · 7 months
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Most people think that hell is the place where God tortures those for not following him. A better picture is that hell is a place of self-torment. They aren’t there to be tortured for their sins. They are there because they refused healing for their ailment and now they live in self-torment.
Jeffery Curtis Poor
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immaculatasknight · 3 months
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From the frying pan into the fire
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nicklloydnow · 7 months
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“The necessity could be the demands of his genius, his latest whim or the Communist dawn around the corner, but the philosophy was the same: the end justifies the means. Françoise tried to argue with him, to point out the inhumanity such beliefs could lead to. But there was no room for discussion, only for laying down the law of the strong and mighty, embellished by civilized rationalizations. “There is no total, absolute purity other than the purity of refusal. In the acceptance of a passion one considers extremely important and in which one accepts for oneself a share of tragedy, one steps outside the usual laws and has the right to act as one should not act under ordinary conditions. At a time like that, the sufferings one has inflicted on others one begins to inflict on oneself equally. It's a question of the recognition of one's destiny and not a matter of unkindness or insensitivity."
Françoise had never before heard him give such deliberate expression to what he believed. Normally, he preferred to dazzle the world with his pithy paradoxes that obscured as much as they revealed. Ignoring her obvious disturbance and her attempts to contradict him, he warmed to his peroration: "We are always in the midst of a mixture of good and evil, right and wrong, and the elements of any situation are always hopelessly tangled. One person's good is antagonistic to another's. To choose one person is always, in a measure, to kill someone else. And so one has to have the courage of the surgeon or the murderer, if you will, and to accept the share of guilt which that gives. . . . In certain situations one can't be an angel. . . . There is a price on everything in life. Anything of great value - creation, a new idea - carries its shadow zone with it.” - Arianna Huffington, ‘Picasso: Creator and Destroyer’ (1996) [p. 313, 314]
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camoooh · 1 year
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They should make a me that isn't perceivable . Like, incomprehensible to the human eye. Only understandable as a concept, an idea, if you will.
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lavideenrose · 1 year
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The true luxury and the real potlatch of our times falls to the poverty-stricken, that is, to the individual who lies down and scoffs. A genuine luxury requires the complete contempt for riches, the somber indifference of the individual who refuses work and makes his life on the one hand an infinitely ruined splendor, and on the other, a silent insult to the laborious lie of the rich.
From The Accursed Share by Georges Bataill 
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heart-songs · 1 year
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another sleepless stint in solitary confinement
my body void and unmoving detained by the darkness of night restrained by the obscurity of a mind that still desperately seeks light
my heart an empty cell plaster walls, edges cracked echoing with condemnation for all the things I lack
my soul a flightless bird of forgotten name refusing to accept the limits of her cage
- Cora Finch
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