#архивыжж
буду погибать молодым. Сижу на работе и буду сидеть до усрачки.
Посадить 7 кустов роз и познать самое себя.
А не фига было предаваться переживаниям и пинать хуи.
Увольняюсь я только через 1,5 недели, а пока надо херачить. Вот.
У Пети есть чудная книжка, там такие стихи (воспроизвожу по памяти):
Я коралловая рыбка
Все вокруг меня так зыбко
На цветок похож мой дом
Я живу чудесно в нем
Кажется, это про меня
PS и вот это еще люблю:
Как же ты огромна, рыба!
Ты не съешь меня? Спасибо.
— krga
буду погибать молодым. Сижу на работе и буду сидеть до усрачки.
Посадить 7 кустов роз и познать самое себя.
А не фига было предаваться переживаниям и пинать хуи.
Увольняюсь я только через 1,5 недели, а пока надо херачить. Вот.
У Пети есть чудная книжка, там такие стихи (воспроизвожу по памяти):
Я коралловая рыбка
Все вокруг меня так зыбко
На цветок похож мой дом
Я живу чудесно в нем
Кажется, это про меня
PS и вот это еще люблю:
Как же ты огромна, рыба!
Ты не съешь меня? Спасибо.
— krga
а ну и да, откуда странное название канала. Вот отсюда. Ай, надо было на Рождество запостить
Wystan Hugh Auden to Chester Kallman
Christmas Day, 1941
Dearest Chester,
Because it is in you, a Jew, that I, a Gentile, inheriting an O-so-genteel anti-semitism, have found my happiness:
As this morning I think of Bethlehem, I think of you.
Because it is you, from Brooklyn, who have taught me, from Oxford, how the most liberal young man can assume that his money and his education ought to be able to buy love;
As this morning I think of the inn stable, I think of you.
Because, suffering on your account the torments of sexual jealousy, I have had a glimpse of the infinite vileness of masculine conceit;
As this morning I think of Joseph, I think of you.
Because mothers have much to do with your queerness and mine, because we have both lost ours, and because Mary is a camp name;
As this morning I think of Mary, I think of you.
Because the necessarily serious relation of a child to its parents is the symbol, pattern, and warning of any serious love that may later depend upon its choice, because you are to me, emotionally a mother, physically a father, and intellectually a son;
As this morning I think of the Holy Family, I think of you.
Because, on account of you, I have been, in intention, and almost in act, a murderer;
As this morning I think of Herod, I think of you.
Because even les matelots et les morceaux de commerce instinctively pay you hommage;
As this morning I think of the shepherds, I think of you.
Because I believe in your creative gift, and because I rely absolutely upon your critical judgement,
As this morning I think of the Magi, I think of you.
Because you alone know the full extent of my human weakness, and because I think I know yours, because of my resentment against being small and your resentment against having a spinal curvature, and because with my body I worship yours;
As this morning I think of the Manhood, I think of you.
Because it is through you that God has chosen to show me my beatitude,
As this morning I think of the Godhead, I think of you.
Because in the eyes of our bohemian friends our relationship is absurd;
As this morning I think of the Paradox of the Incarnation, I think of you.
Because, although our love, beginning Hans Andersen, became Grimm, and there are probably even grimmer tests to come, nevertheless I believe that if only we have faith in God and in each other, we shall be permitted to realize all that love is intended to be;
As this morning I think of the Good Friday and the Easter Sunday already implicit in Christmas Day, I think of you.
Christmas Day, 1941
Dearest Chester,
Because it is in you, a Jew, that I, a Gentile, inheriting an O-so-genteel anti-semitism, have found my happiness:
As this morning I think of Bethlehem, I think of you.
Because it is you, from Brooklyn, who have taught me, from Oxford, how the most liberal young man can assume that his money and his education ought to be able to buy love;
As this morning I think of the inn stable, I think of you.
Because, suffering on your account the torments of sexual jealousy, I have had a glimpse of the infinite vileness of masculine conceit;
As this morning I think of Joseph, I think of you.
Because mothers have much to do with your queerness and mine, because we have both lost ours, and because Mary is a camp name;
As this morning I think of Mary, I think of you.
Because the necessarily serious relation of a child to its parents is the symbol, pattern, and warning of any serious love that may later depend upon its choice, because you are to me, emotionally a mother, physically a father, and intellectually a son;
As this morning I think of the Holy Family, I think of you.
Because, on account of you, I have been, in intention, and almost in act, a murderer;
As this morning I think of Herod, I think of you.
Because even les matelots et les morceaux de commerce instinctively pay you hommage;
As this morning I think of the shepherds, I think of you.
Because I believe in your creative gift, and because I rely absolutely upon your critical judgement,
As this morning I think of the Magi, I think of you.
Because you alone know the full extent of my human weakness, and because I think I know yours, because of my resentment against being small and your resentment against having a spinal curvature, and because with my body I worship yours;
As this morning I think of the Manhood, I think of you.
Because it is through you that God has chosen to show me my beatitude,
As this morning I think of the Godhead, I think of you.
Because in the eyes of our bohemian friends our relationship is absurd;
As this morning I think of the Paradox of the Incarnation, I think of you.
Because, although our love, beginning Hans Andersen, became Grimm, and there are probably even grimmer tests to come, nevertheless I believe that if only we have faith in God and in each other, we shall be permitted to realize all that love is intended to be;
As this morning I think of the Good Friday and the Easter Sunday already implicit in Christmas Day, I think of you.
Нильс Бор сформулировал принцип дополнительности. В основе его лежит существование физических величин, представленных коммутирующими операторами [Бор, 1928]. Я надеюсь, что Нильс Бор и мой покойный друг Леон Розенфельд не отнеслись бы слишком строго к следующей несколько вольной формулировке принципа дополнительности: мир богаче, чем можно выразить на любом одном языке.
— Пригожин, «От существующего к возникающему»
— Пригожин, «От существующего к возникающему»
In naval warfare, a "fleet in being" is a naval force that extends a controlling influence without ever leaving port. Were the fleet to leave port and face the enemy, it might lose in battle and no longer influence the enemy's actions, but while it remains safely in port, the enemy is forced to continually deploy forces to guard against it. A "fleet in being" can be part of a sea denial doctrine, but not one of sea control.
It’s a bit like lesbian sheep; as ewes display their sexual arousal by standing around waiting to be mounted, it’s hard to know if somebody else is, well, you know.
— The Atrocity Archives (Charles Stross)
— The Atrocity Archives (Charles Stross)
My adversary is the unconscious reactive part of my mind, and by now it’s a world-class expert at manipulating me. It’s like being a prison guard for Hannibal Lecter. Sure he’s locked up, but he’s Hannibal Lecter.
— Procrastination Is Not Laziness (https://thoughtcatalog.com/david-cain/2013/02/procrastination-is-not-laziness/)
— Procrastination Is Not Laziness (https://thoughtcatalog.com/david-cain/2013/02/procrastination-is-not-laziness/)
Thought Catalog
Procrastination Is Not Laziness
I want to write down what I’m going to do the next day, and actually do it.
Forwarded from Обложки и микросканы
Рисунок изображает человека, который должен прийти в деревню, заколоть свинью и, кроме того, принести с собой два свиных пузыря
Forwarded from Обложки и микросканы
Когда Линь Чун осушил восемь-девять чашек вина, ему стало как-то тягостно, и он, распрострившись с Лу Цянем, пошел домой.
LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
There was once a young person named Red Riding Hood who lived with her mother on the edge of a large wood. One day her mother asked her to take a basket of fresh fruit and mineral water to her grandmother’s house – not because this was womyn’s work, mind you, but because the deed was generous and helped engender a feeling of community. Furthermore, her grandmother was not sick, but rather was in full physical and mental health and was fully capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult.
So Red Riding Hood set off with her basket through the woods. Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place and never set foot in it. Red Riding Hood, however, was confident enough in her own budding sexuality that such obvious Freudian imaginery did not intimidate her.
On the way to Grandma’s house, Red Riding Hood was accosted by a wolf, who asked her what was in her basket. She replied, “Some healthful snacks for my grandmother, who is certainly capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult.”
The wolf said, “You know, my dear, it isn’t safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone.”
Red Riding Hood said, “I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid, worldview. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be on my way.”
Red Riding Hood walked on along the main path. But, because his status outside society has freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the wolf knew a quicker route to Grandma’s house. He burst into the house and ate Grandma, an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself. Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist notions of what was masculine or feminine, he put on Grandma’s nightclothes and crawled into bed.
Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said, “Grandma, I have brought you some fat-free, sodium-free snacks to salute you in your role of a wise and nurturing matriarch.”
From the bed, the wolf said softly, “Come closer, child, so that I might see you.”
Red Riding Hood said, “Oh, I forgot you are as optically challenged as a bat. Grandma, what big eyes you have!”
“They have seen much, and forgiven much, my dear.”
“Grandma, what a big nose you have – only relatively, of course, and certainly attractive in its own way.”
“It has smelled much, and forgiven much, my dear.”
“Grandma, what big teeth you have!”
The wolf said, “I am happy with who I am and what I am,” and leaped out of bed. He grabbed Red Riding Hood in his claws, intent on devouring her.
Red Riding Hood screamed, not out of alarm at the wolf’s apparent tendency toward cross-dressing, but because of his willful invasion of her personal space.
Her screams were heard by a passing woodchopper-person (or log-fuel technician, as he preferred to be called). When he burst into the cottage, he saw melee there and tried to intervene. But as he raised his ax, Red Riding Hood and the wolf both stopped.
“And just what do you think you’re doing?” asked Red Riding Hood.
The woodchopper-person blinked and tried to answer, but no words came to him.
"Bursting in here like a Neanderthal, trusting your weapon to do your thinking for you!" she exclaimed. "Sexist! Speciesist! How dare you assume that womyn and wolves can't solve their own problems without a man's help!"
When she heard Red Riding Hood's impassioned speech, Grandma jumped out of the Wolf's mouth, took the woodchopper-person's ax, and cut his head off. After this ordeal, Red Riding Hood, Grandma, and the Wolf felt a certain commonality of purpose. They decided to set up an alternative household based on mutual respect and cooperation, and they lived together in the woods happily ever after.
— James Finn Garner, Politically Correct Bedtime Stories
There was once a young person named Red Riding Hood who lived with her mother on the edge of a large wood. One day her mother asked her to take a basket of fresh fruit and mineral water to her grandmother’s house – not because this was womyn’s work, mind you, but because the deed was generous and helped engender a feeling of community. Furthermore, her grandmother was not sick, but rather was in full physical and mental health and was fully capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult.
So Red Riding Hood set off with her basket through the woods. Many people believed that the forest was a foreboding and dangerous place and never set foot in it. Red Riding Hood, however, was confident enough in her own budding sexuality that such obvious Freudian imaginery did not intimidate her.
On the way to Grandma’s house, Red Riding Hood was accosted by a wolf, who asked her what was in her basket. She replied, “Some healthful snacks for my grandmother, who is certainly capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult.”
The wolf said, “You know, my dear, it isn’t safe for a little girl to walk through these woods alone.”
Red Riding Hood said, “I find your sexist remark offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid, worldview. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must be on my way.”
Red Riding Hood walked on along the main path. But, because his status outside society has freed him from slavish adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the wolf knew a quicker route to Grandma’s house. He burst into the house and ate Grandma, an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as himself. Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist notions of what was masculine or feminine, he put on Grandma’s nightclothes and crawled into bed.
Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said, “Grandma, I have brought you some fat-free, sodium-free snacks to salute you in your role of a wise and nurturing matriarch.”
From the bed, the wolf said softly, “Come closer, child, so that I might see you.”
Red Riding Hood said, “Oh, I forgot you are as optically challenged as a bat. Grandma, what big eyes you have!”
“They have seen much, and forgiven much, my dear.”
“Grandma, what a big nose you have – only relatively, of course, and certainly attractive in its own way.”
“It has smelled much, and forgiven much, my dear.”
“Grandma, what big teeth you have!”
The wolf said, “I am happy with who I am and what I am,” and leaped out of bed. He grabbed Red Riding Hood in his claws, intent on devouring her.
Red Riding Hood screamed, not out of alarm at the wolf’s apparent tendency toward cross-dressing, but because of his willful invasion of her personal space.
Her screams were heard by a passing woodchopper-person (or log-fuel technician, as he preferred to be called). When he burst into the cottage, he saw melee there and tried to intervene. But as he raised his ax, Red Riding Hood and the wolf both stopped.
“And just what do you think you’re doing?” asked Red Riding Hood.
The woodchopper-person blinked and tried to answer, but no words came to him.
"Bursting in here like a Neanderthal, trusting your weapon to do your thinking for you!" she exclaimed. "Sexist! Speciesist! How dare you assume that womyn and wolves can't solve their own problems without a man's help!"
When she heard Red Riding Hood's impassioned speech, Grandma jumped out of the Wolf's mouth, took the woodchopper-person's ax, and cut his head off. After this ordeal, Red Riding Hood, Grandma, and the Wolf felt a certain commonality of purpose. They decided to set up an alternative household based on mutual respect and cooperation, and they lived together in the woods happily ever after.
— James Finn Garner, Politically Correct Bedtime Stories
Forwarded from Canal du Midi
И про Аверинцева из книги Гаспарова.
«Любимый анекдот Аверинцева 1918 года: сидят в окопе берлинец и венец. Берлинец говорит: "Положение серьезное, но не безнадежное". "Нет, говорит венец, положение безнадежное, но не серьезное"».
«Любимый анекдот Аверинцева 1918 года: сидят в окопе берлинец и венец. Берлинец говорит: "Положение серьезное, но не безнадежное". "Нет, говорит венец, положение безнадежное, но не серьезное"».
пocлe этoгo лeтa чтo нaм ocтaлocь
чучeлo жизни нaдeжды пуcтoe вымя
пaрa рублeй в зaднeм кaрмaнe брюк
уcтaлocть уcтaлocть уcтaлocть
и дaжe имя
утрaтилo cмыcл и звук
я вceгдa цeнил твoю cдeржaннocть
или кaк этo нaзывaeтcя
кoгдa умирaя жeнщинa улыбaeтcя
рукoю дeржacь зa гoрлo
кaк зa пoручeнь трaпa
брoшeннoгo
нa oтxoдящee oт причaлa cуднo
вce в пoрядкe пaпa
вeдь мы-тo живы
ocтaльнoe нe труднo
пoвeрю милaя нo cлeдующим вaриaнтoм
дaвaй выбeрeм зиму
cнeг будeт cтрoг и чиcт
дeрeвья cкaзoчны
тoлcтaя книгa
будeт рacкрытa пoceрeдинe
нa пoдoкoнникe в куxнe
cмeрть прoйдeт прoxoдным двoрoм
зaдeржитcя у cвeжecлeплeннoй бaбы
нa нaшиx дeтяx ocтaвит oтпeчaтoк зрaчкa
в будущeм кaлeндaрe
oтчeркнув нoгтeм нужную дaту
пoвeрь милaя
у нac eщe будeт врeмя
cмoтaтьcя в кaвгoлoвo
и уcпeть oбрaтнo
— Сергей Магид
чучeлo жизни нaдeжды пуcтoe вымя
пaрa рублeй в зaднeм кaрмaнe брюк
уcтaлocть уcтaлocть уcтaлocть
и дaжe имя
утрaтилo cмыcл и звук
я вceгдa цeнил твoю cдeржaннocть
или кaк этo нaзывaeтcя
кoгдa умирaя жeнщинa улыбaeтcя
рукoю дeржacь зa гoрлo
кaк зa пoручeнь трaпa
брoшeннoгo
нa oтxoдящee oт причaлa cуднo
вce в пoрядкe пaпa
вeдь мы-тo живы
ocтaльнoe нe труднo
пoвeрю милaя нo cлeдующим вaриaнтoм
дaвaй выбeрeм зиму
cнeг будeт cтрoг и чиcт
дeрeвья cкaзoчны
тoлcтaя книгa
будeт рacкрытa пoceрeдинe
нa пoдoкoнникe в куxнe
cмeрть прoйдeт прoxoдным двoрoм
зaдeржитcя у cвeжecлeплeннoй бaбы
нa нaшиx дeтяx ocтaвит oтпeчaтoк зрaчкa
в будущeм кaлeндaрe
oтчeркнув нoгтeм нужную дaту
пoвeрь милaя
у нac eщe будeт врeмя
cмoтaтьcя в кaвгoлoвo
и уcпeть oбрaтнo
— Сергей Магид
Forwarded from Бездуховная брань
Вот чуваки из одной исладнской группы по пути с концерта в Германии решили вопреки обыкновению спеть что-то скальдическое без инструментов и набрали шесть миллионов просмотров. Такая как бы Гармарна, совсем нечёсанная и на жд-вокзале.
Я лично убеждён, что получилось хорошо исключительно потому, что один там поёт босой, а мужик на басу стоит с пивом, и это как-то расслабляет.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4dT8FJ2GE0
Я лично убеждён, что получилось хорошо исключительно потому, что один там поёт босой, а мужик на басу стоит с пивом, и это как-то расслабляет.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4dT8FJ2GE0
YouTube
Árstíðir - Heyr himna smiður (Icelandic hymn) in train station
Our a capella album is finally out and it includes this song:
Available digitally on Bandcamp
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Also available on CD and vinyl on Merchstore
https://arstidir.merchstore.nl/
https://arstidir.com
https://www.instagram.com/arstidir/…
Available digitally on Bandcamp
https://arstidir.bandcamp.com/
Also available on CD and vinyl on Merchstore
https://arstidir.merchstore.nl/
https://arstidir.com
https://www.instagram.com/arstidir/…
https://squadette.livejournal.com/192491.html
АГ когда-то перевел стихотворение, а потом с перевода сделал этот микс
(ссылки там в тексте)
Очень люблю, до сих пор
АГ когда-то перевел стихотворение, а потом с перевода сделал этот микс
(ссылки там в тексте)
Очень люблю, до сих пор
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миграция
-- абстракции без бездыханном в в в внимания, всё говорю говорю голода дерева деревья до (дождь доспехи. её). еще же желании. животом заметила и и и изгибы измерении интенсивность источились их к как как корней, леса. металлическая механические моё наготе;…
Со мною вот что происходит: ко мне Господь с небес нисходит и скачет в праздной суете по всей квартире на коте
— Иван Давыдов
— Иван Давыдов