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About Cara Barer
I have this big question... / Breaking out of echo chambres
The Future of Education - Yuval Noah Harari & Russell Brand - Penguin Talks
"I have this big question and I'm on a quest, following it wherever it leads me"
... We need to walk the last mile by ourselves.
Black Lives Matter / Cops / Where is the love?
"Wrestle with this for a minute: if all of someone’s material needs were met and all the members of their community were fed, clothed, housed, and dignified, why would they need to join a gang? Why would they need to risk their lives selling drugs or breaking into buildings? If mental healthcare was free and was not stigmatized, how many lives would that save?"
"I believe that if everyone understood how we’re trained and brought up in the profession, it would inform the demands our communities should be making of a new way of community safety. If I tell you how we were made, I hope it will empower you to unmake us. [...] Many cops fantasize about getting to kill someone in the line of duty"
"Capitalism requires a permanent underclass to exploit for cheap labor and it requires the cops to bring that underclass to heel."
"We imagine a world not divided into good guys and bad guys, but rather a world where people’s needs are met and those in crisis receive care, not dehumanization."
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19th century Jesuit hip hop poet
Gerard Manley Hopkins - To Seem a Stranger -Everyman - documentary
Official website
The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo
- (Maidens’ song from St. Winefred’s Well)
- The Leaden Echo
- How to keep–is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere
- known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, láce, latch
- or catch or key to keep
- Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty, . . . from vanishing
- away?
- Ó is there no frowning of these wrinkles, rankèd wrinkles deep,
- Dówn? no waving off of these most mournful messengers, still
- messengers, sad and stealing messengers of grey?
- No there’s none, there’s none, O no there’s none,
- Nor can you long be, what you now are, called fair,
- Do what you may do, what, do what you may,
- And wisdom is early to despair:
- Be beginning; since, no, nothing can be done
- To keep at bay
- Age and age’s evils, hoar hair,
- Ruck and wrinkle, drooping, dying, death’s worst, winding
- sheets, tombs and worms and tumbling to decay;
- So be beginning, be beginning to despair.
- O there’s none; no no no there’s none:
- Be beginning to despair, to despair,
- Despair, despair, despair, despair.
- The Golden Echo
- Spare!
- There is one, yes I have one (Hush there!);
- Only not within seeing of the sun,
- Not within the singeing of the strong sun,
- Tall sun’s tingeing, or treacherous the tainting of the earth’s air.
- Somewhere elsewhere there is ah well where! one,
- Óne. Yes I can tell such a key, I do know such a place,
- Where whatever’s prized and passes of us, everything that’s
- fresh and fast flying of us, seems to us sweet of us and
- swiftly away with, done away with, undone,
- Undone, done with, soon done with, and yet dearly and
- dangerously sweet
- Of us, the wimpled-water-dimpled, not-by-morning-matchèd face,
- The flower of beauty, fleece of beauty, too too apt to, ah! to fleet,
- Never fleets more, fastened with the tenderest truth
- To its own best being and its loveliness of youth: it is an ever-
- lastingness of, O it is an all youth!
- Come then, your ways and airs and looks, locks, maiden gear,
- gallantry and gaiety and grace,
- Winning ways, airs innocent, maiden manners, sweet looks,
- loose locks, long locks, lovelocks, gaygear, going gallant,
- girlgrace–
- Resign them, sign them, seal them, send them, motion them
- with breath,
- And with sighs soaring, soaring síghs deliver
- Them; beauty-in-the-ghost, deliver it, early now, long before
- death
- Give beauty back, beauty, beauty, beauty, back to God, beauty’s
- self and beauty’s giver.
- See; not a hair is, not an eyelash, not the least lash lost; every hair
- Is, hair of the head, numbered.
- Nay, what we had lighthanded left in surly the mere mould
- Will have waked and have waxed and have walked with the wind
- what while we slept,
- This side, that side hurling a heavyheaded hundredfold
- What while we, while we slumbered.
- O then, weary then whý should we tread? O why are we so
- haggard at the heart, so care-coiled, care-killed, so fagged,
- so fashed, so cogged, so cumbered,
- When the thing we freely fórfeit is kept with fonder a care,
- Fonder a care kept than we could have kept it, kept
- Far with fonder a care (and we, we should have lost it) finer, fonder
- A care kept. Where kept? Do but tell us where kept, where.–
- Yonder.–What high as that! We follow, now we follow.–
- Yonder, yes yonder, yonder,
- Yonder.
Richard Burton reads Gerard Manley Hopkins' poem 'The Leaden Echo & The Golden Echo'.
This isn't a book. It's a landscape
Robert Macfarlane: The Waterstones Interview
"The Lost Words by Robert Macfarlane is the kind of book that you need to hold in your hand to really appreciate. Twenty spells to conjure the names of common animals and plants back into our language accompanied by gorgeous paintings by Jackie Morris. It's a book to take time over".
"That's what we wanted. Something you could enter, be lost within, be astonished by the contents".
The Lost Words: website
There was a man of double deed...
And Also The Trees - There Was a Man of Double Deed
Also see The Recognitions (William Gaddis, page 98/99)
There was a man of double deed,
Who sowed his garden full of seed;
When the seed began to grow,
'Twas like a garden full of snow;
When the snow began to melt,
'Twas like a ship without a belt;
When the ship began to sail,
'Twas like a bird without a tail;
When the bird began to fly,
'Twas like an eagle in the sky;
When the sky began to roar,
'Twas like a lion at my door;
When my door began to crack,
'Twas like a stick across my back;
When my back began to smart,
'Twas like a penknife in my heart;
And when my heart began to bleed,
'Twas death, and death, and death indeed.
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The words to say it
William Gaddis consegue materializar, em palavras, aquilo que nos escapa quando comunicamos com os outros (expressões faciais, movimentos corporais, subtilezas...).
Usando as palavras, de forma exímia, ele fixa, no tempo, gestos, atitudes e comportamentos, que o inconsciente deixa escapar.
Tem uma sofisticada habilidade para reter, para fixar no tempo, para sempre, o efémero da linguagem não falada.
"He puts his hand there, his right hand to his forehead and draws it down with feverish application, as though in this to pull away the features so long forming, revaluing for this moment; but above his hand, his face comes back into shape, the forehead quickly rises and recovers its lines, then the brows, and the eyes vividly devious permit nothing to enter".
"Esther watched him now, standing in the middle of the room, drawing his hand down over his face as though, again, to wipe out some past, how long ago, or how recent, or all of it?".
The Recognitions, William Gaddis [pg. 93]
On friendship
"Friendship is a mirror to presence and a testament to forgiveness. Friendship not only helps us see ourselves through another’s eyes, but can be sustained over the years only with someone who has repeatedly forgiven us for our trespasses as we must find it in ourselves to forgive them in turn. A friend knows our difficulties and shadows and remains in sight, a companion to our vulnerabilities more than our triumphs, when we are under the strange illusion we do not need them. An undercurrent of real friendship is a blessing exactly because its elemental form is rediscovered again and again through understanding and mercy. All friendships of any length are based on a continued, mutual forgiveness. Without tolerance and mercy all friendships die."
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"In the course of the years a close friendship will always reveal the shadow in the other as much as ourselves, to remain friends we must know the other and their difficulties and even their sins and encourage the best in them, not through critique but through addressing the better part of them, the leading creative edge of their incarnation, thus subtly discouraging what makes them smaller, less generous, less of themselves."
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"The dynamic of friendship is almost always underestimated as a constant force in human life: a diminishing circle of friends is the first terrible diagnostic of a life in deep trouble: of overwork, of too much emphasis on a professional identity, of forgetting who will be there when our armored personalities run into the inevitable natural disasters and vulnerabilities found in even the most average existence."
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"But no matter the medicinal virtues of being a true friend or sustaining a long close relationship with another, the ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the other nor of the self, the ultimate touchstone is witness, the privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone."
David Whyte
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The ability to play gracefully with ideas and being alert
Stephen Fry and Richard Dawkins in Conversation
"The ability to play gracefully with ideas..."
Oscar Wilde
“Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?”
“O limite do homem deve exceder a sua compreensão. Ou para que existe o céu?”
Robert Browning
“Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths. We must be willing to get rid of the life we planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”
Joseph Campbell
Knowledge vs belief and joking
Ricky Gervais and Richard Dawkins in Conversation
"If you could meet your 200 million great grande father, you would eat him with a slice of lemon and tartar sauce."
Richard Dawkins
"Particularly in comedy, most offense is taken when people mistake the subject of the joke, with the target".
Ricky Gervais [49:28]
The conviction of Count Dankula sets a dangerous precedent for freedom of speech
"There were an abundance of people who hated this “alternative” comedy as much as I hated Manning but that’s the point – comedy is subjective. You can’t say something isn’t a joke just because you don’t find it funny [...] The terrifying thing about this conviction is that the judge sided with the prosecution who said “context and intent are irrelevant” in a joke? In a bloody joke? Context is everything in a flipping joke!"
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Evidence of over spending is inflation | dept and investment
Does the rising deficit matter?
About Stephanie Kelton
"Money doesn't grow on trees, but it does grow on rich people".
"The super patent of the US dollar. It's a fact that the federal government creates it's own currency, issues it's own currency".
Quantitative easing...
Bernie's Economist Explains Why We Can Actually Have Nice Things
Where does money come from, that the government spends?
"Deficit is the difference between the amount of money the government spends, in a period of time, and the amount of money the government collects, in the form of payments, mostly taxes".
Marginal Propensity To Consume.
Times have to change — New Economic Thinking
Why Corporate-Led Globalization is Unsustainable
Profit shifting...
"International coordination is the most sensible way to address the [taxation] problem.
If Apple makes 10% of their global sales in France, then France could say, for example: 'we're going to consider that 10% of Apple's global profits have been made in France. And that's what we, France, are going to tax'. irrespective of where Apple's employees are located, or intelectual property, or irrespective of... All of that would become irrelevant. And so a reform like that, what economy is to call formulary apportionment, which is a very powerful way to curb profit shifting. In the system that I describe, where you apportion global profits, based on where sales are made, you remove any incentive for firms to shift profits. It becomes impossible for them because, in practise what happens is that, France or any country, decides where the profits are taxable. Today we let multinational companies, basically, decide where. And if you let them decide, they'll decide to put their profits in Bermuda (tax haven). If you decide for them, by saying that you are going to look at where you made your sales (not something that multinational companies can manipulate), then it becomes possible to tax multinational firms. The beauty with this type of approach is that you don't need any international coordination. That is, any country, unilaterally, could say, tomorrow that's how we are going to tax multinational companies."
Times, they are a changing...
“Only a crisis – actual or perceived – produces real change. When that crisis occurs, the actions that are taken depend on the ideas that are lying around.”
Milton Friedman
"Changing the world is a thankless task. There’s no moment of triumph when your adversaries humbly acknowledge you were right. In politics, the best you can hope for is plagiarism".
The Overton Window.
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Uma imagem vale mil palavras
The Recognitions, William Gaddis [pg 83]
I have no real job... Fuck the bread...
"What does it mean to be worth something? Or worth enough? Or worthless? What does it mean to earn a living? What does it mean to be hired? What does it mean to be let go? [...] As I empty the bags and touch the moss, and the leaves, and the twigs, and the berries, and a robin-blue eggshell, I consider how much we depend on useless, arbitrary tasks to prove ourselves. I consider how much we depend on these tasks so we can say, at the very end, we succeeded. [...] Our criteria for earning a life, a living, is mutating like a virus that wants badly to stay alive."
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:) A hot Sunday in Paris
"It was the dead heat of Paris summer, when Paris cats go to sleep on Paris windowsills, and ledges high up, and fall off, and plunge through the glass roof of the lavabo. The center of the city was empty. A sight-seeing bus set off from the Place de l'Opéra. A truck and a Citroën smashed before the Galeries Lafayette. At the Pont d'Auteuil, a man's body was dragged out of the Seine with a bicycle tied to it. Among the fixtures, tiled and marbled shapes remindful of a large outdoor bathroom, in the cemetery at Montrouge a widower argued with his dead wive's lover over who had the right to place flowers on her grave. In front of the Bourse, a deaf-mute soccer team carried on conversation in obstreperous silence. On the Quai du Pont Neuf, a Frenchman sat picking his nose. Then he put his arm around his girl and kissed her. Then he picked his nose. It was Sunday in Paris, and very quiet."
The Recognitions, William Gaddis, pg 74
Symphony of Science
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