Are we monks or are we zombies?

Alright, this time I will be serious and write something that may be another step in explaining why this blog works the way it does. My goal is to argue if and why my doings might be consider a voice, one of many, in the much fragmeted chorus of contemporary art. In other words, I will focus on the question what kind of people with bigger names are doing something that resembes to some extend our quotes and pictures and those illustrated essays. But first, feel invited to listen to this hit by The Cure and keep it in the background.

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R. Musil – The Man Without Qualities

Thus their walk came to an end. The result for all of them was wet feet, an irritated brain – as though the thin, bare branches on the trees, sparkling in the winter sun had turned to splinters stuck in the retina – a vulgar craving for hot coffee, and the feeling of human forlornness.

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R. Musil – The Confusions of Young Törless

You see this book. Here is philosophy. It treats of the grounds determining our actions.

And if you could fathom this, if you could feel your way into the
depths of this, you would come up against nothing but just such principles,
which are inherent in the nature of thought and do in fact determine everything,
although they themselves cannot be understood immediately and without
more ado.

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R. Musil – The Man Without Qualities

“Yes,” he had said, “we no longer have any inner voices. We know
too much these days; reason tyrannizes our lives.”
To which she had replied: “I like the company of women. They
don’t know anything and are unfragmented.’
And Amheim had said: “Nevertheless, a beautiful woman under-
stands far more than a man, who, for all his logic and psychology,
knows nothing at all of life.”

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