Nothing New
Messy online notepad of the floatsam of the web I find that necessitates I post it here. (Dance) music aficionado.Aspiring writer/professional layabout. Student in London.
Nothing New
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The Wire - Collateral Damage: Sam Richards on commerce, funding and academia
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Notes on small town ennui
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a (rather poor) prose poem inspired by a shitty coach journey
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some gin induced observation in florence. am
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"Just as life begins at any moment, through an act of realization, so the work. But each beginning, whether of book page, paragraph, sentence or phrase, marks a vital connection, and it is in the vitality, the durability, the timelessness and changelessness of the thoughts and events that I plunge anew each time. Every line and word is vitally connected with my life, my life only, be it in the form of deed, event, fact, thought, emotion, desire, evasion, frustration, dream, revery, vagary, even the unfinished nothings which float listlessly in the brain like the snapped filaments of a spider’s web. There is nothing really vague or tenuous—even the nothingnesses are sharp, tough, definite, durable. Like the spider I return again and again to the task, conscious that the web I am spinning is made of my own substance, that it will never fail me, never run dry."
Henry Miller, The Wisdom of the Heart (via mttbll)
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