Photo 19 Apr 10 notes howtoseewithoutacamera:

by Thurston Hopkins
British Colour Conflict, January 1955: A recent emigrant from Jamaica arrives in Birmingham looking for work and lodgings.
(via Burned Shoes)

howtoseewithoutacamera:

by Thurston Hopkins

British Colour Conflict, January 1955: A recent emigrant from Jamaica arrives in Birmingham looking for work and lodgings.

(via Burned Shoes)

Quote 22 Mar 402 notes
Find more pleasure in intelligent dissent than in passive agreement, for, if you value intelligence as you should, the former implies a deeper agreement than the latter.
Quote 18 Mar 3 notes
Here in the matrix of need and anger, the
disproof of what we thought possible
failures of medication
doubts of another’s existence
—-tell it over and over, the words
get thick with unmeaning—-
yet never have we been closer to the truth
of the lies we were living, listen to me:
the faithfulness I can imagine would be a weed
flowering in tar, a blue energy piercing
the massed atoms of a bedrock disbelief.
— Trying to Talk with a Man, Adrienne Rich (via watchinghereyes4512)
Quote 9 Mar 1,039 notes

FOLK NEUROSCIENCE Popular misconceptions

The “left-brain” is rational, the “right-brain” is creative
The hemispheres have different specialisations (the left usually has key language areas, for example) but there is no clear rational-creative split and you need both hemispheres to be successful at either. You can no more do right-brain thinking than you can do rear-brain thinking.

Dopamine is a pleasure chemical
Dopamine has many functions in the brain, from supporting concentration to regulating the production of breast milk. Even in its most closely associated functioning it is usually considered to be involved in motivation (wanting) rather than the feeling of pleasure itself.

Low serotonin causes depression
A concept almost entirely promoted by pharmaceutical companies in the 1980s and 90s to sell serotonin-enhancing drugs like Prozac. No consistent evidence for it.

Video games, TV violence, porn or any other social spectre of the moment “rewires the brain”
Everything “rewires the brain” as the brain works by making and remaking connections. This is often used in a contradictory fashion to suggest that the brain is both particularly susceptible to change but once changed, can’t change back.

We have no control over our brain but we can control our mind
The mind and the brain are the same thing described in different ways and they make us who we are. Trying to suggest one causes the other is like saying wetness causes water.

Quote 4 Mar
The process of transformation consists almost entirely of decay.
Quote 4 Mar 1 note
Beauty and terror…
No feeling is final
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Quote 27 Feb 2 notes
There is a self-
destructive side to me, and in bouts of fury and moments of anger I do things that cut me off from the pleasant company of the community. Early in life I realized that the community kills my imagination. I need the pain of loneliness to make my imagination work. And then I’m happy. But being a Turk, after a while I need the consoling tenderness of the community, which I may have destroyed.
Quote 17 Feb 14 notes
There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
— T.S. Eliot (via divine-despair)
Photo 17 Feb The Wanderer and his Shadow

The beauty of the whole was awe-inspiring and induced to a mute worship of the moment and its revelation. Unconsciously, as if nothing could be more natural, you peopled this pure, clear world of light (which had no trace of yearning, of expectancy, of looking forward or backward) with Greek heroes. You felt it all as Poussin and his school felt it at once heroic and idyllic. So individual men too have lived, constantly feeling themselves in the world and the world in themselves, and among them one of the greatest men, the inventor of a heroico-idyllic form of philosophy Epicurus.

The Wanderer and his Shadow

The beauty of the whole was awe-inspiring and induced to a mute worship of the moment and its revelation. Unconsciously, as if nothing could be more natural, you peopled this pure, clear world of light (which had no trace of yearning, of expectancy, of looking forward or backward) with Greek heroes. You felt it all as Poussin and his school felt it at once heroic and idyllic. So individual men too have lived, constantly feeling themselves in the world and the world in themselves, and among them one of the greatest men, the inventor of a heroico-idyllic form of philosophy Epicurus.

Photo 17 Feb Et in Arcadia ego

Who, now, seeing Her so 
Happily married, 
Housewife, helpmate to Man, 

Can imagine the screeching 
Virago, the Amazon, 
Earth Mother was? 

Her jungle growths 
Are abated,
Her exorbitant monsters abashed,

Her soil mumbled,
Where crops, aligned precisely,
Will soon be orient:

Levant or couchant, 
Well-daunted thoroughbreds
Graze on mead and pasture, 

A church clock subdivides the day,
Up the lane at sundown
Geese podge home.

As for Him:
What has happened to the Brute
Epics and nightmares tell of?

No bishops pursue
Their archdeacons with axes,
In the crumbling lair

Of a robber baron
Sightseers picnic
Who carry no daggers.

I well might think myself
A humanist,
Could I manage not to see

How the autobahn
Thwarts the landscape
In godless Roman arrogance,

The farmer’s children
Tiptoe past the shed
Where the gelding knife is kept.

Et in Arcadia ego

Who, now, seeing Her so
Happily married,
Housewife, helpmate to Man,

Can imagine the screeching
Virago, the Amazon,
Earth Mother was?

Her jungle growths
Are abated,
Her exorbitant monsters abashed,

Her soil mumbled,
Where crops, aligned precisely,
Will soon be orient:

Levant or couchant,
Well-daunted thoroughbreds
Graze on mead and pasture,

A church clock subdivides the day,
Up the lane at sundown
Geese podge home.

As for Him:
What has happened to the Brute
Epics and nightmares tell of?

No bishops pursue
Their archdeacons with axes,
In the crumbling lair

Of a robber baron
Sightseers picnic
Who carry no daggers.

I well might think myself
A humanist,
Could I manage not to see

How the autobahn
Thwarts the landscape
In godless Roman arrogance,

The farmer’s children
Tiptoe past the shed
Where the gelding knife is kept.

Quote 15 Feb 15 notes
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
— Plato (via divine-despair)
Quote 25 Jan 271 notes
A Tibetan mystic saying goes: We are here to realize the illusion of our separateness. The spiritual sentiment has a biological cognate. Our xenotropic drive — to merge with what is not us, temporarily in sex, or permanently in symbiosis or cross-species hybrids — is more than a metaphor. But it also offers spiritual solace. When we hook up with another, in sex or love (or, more rarely, both) we prove that our isolation is not permanent. In the fullness of time, we may all be linked. In the meantime, eros brings us together, making us more than we are alone. Cupid’s arrow, quivering into the heart of loneliness, kills us even as it sets us free.
— Dorion Sagan, son of Carl Sagan, on the history of sex before humanity (via explore-blog)
Photo 6 Jan 476 notes explore-blog:

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry offers one of history’s greatest definitions of love.

explore-blog:

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry offers one of history’s greatest definitions of love.

via Explore.
Text 22 Dec 5 notes

toniiu:

It is not sufficient to live, there must be a destiny that does not have to wait for death.

—Albert Camus, The Rebel

Link 22 Dec 11 notes Huis Clos: The contradiction is this: man rejects the world as it is, without...»

toniiu:

The contradiction is this: man rejects the world as it is, without accepting the necessity of escaping it. In fact, men cling to the world and by far the majority do not want to abandon it. Far from always wanting to forget it, they suffer, on the contrary, from not being able to possess it…


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