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Archive for April, 2009

For the old gods, after all, things came to an end long ago; and verily, they had a good gay godlike end. They did not end in a “twilight,” though this lie is told. Instead: one day they laughed themselves to death. That happened when the most godless word issued from one of the gods [...]

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Introduction I first published the novella A Clockwork Orange in 1962, which ought to be far enough in the past for it to be erased from the world’s literary memory. It refuses to be erased, however, and for this the film version of the book made by Stanley Kubrick may be held chiefly responsible. I [...]

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O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the possible. – Pindar, Pythian iii An Absurd Reasoning Absurdity and Suicide There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy. [...]

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The problem of the value of truth came before us — or was it we who came before the problem? Who of us is Oedipus here? Who the Sphinx? It is a rendezvous, it seems, of questions and question marks. – Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil As a college freshman, I memorized the tenets fo [...]

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But there is something in me that I call courage; that has so far slain my every discouragement. This courage finally bade me stand still and speak: “Dwarf! It is I or you!” For courage is the best slayer, courage which attacks; for in every attack there is playing and brass. Man, however, is the [...]

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BEFORE SUNRISE The world is deep – and deeper than day had ever been aware. Not everything may be put into words in the presence of day. But the day is coming, so let us part. O heaven above me, pure and deep! You abyss of light! Seeing you, I tremble with godlike desires. To [...]

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Alas! what are you, after all, my written and painted thoughts! Not long ago you were so variegated, young and malicious, so full of thorns and secret spices, that you made me sneeze and laugh — and now? You have already doffed your novelty, and some of you, I fear, are ready to become truths, [...]

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No man can write a book. Because Before a book can truly be It needs the rise and set of the sun, Centuries, arms, and the binding and sundering sea. So Ariosto thought, who to the slow pleasure Gave himself, in the leisure of the roads With the shining statuary and black pines, Of dreaming [...]

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Let no fear be that in indecipherable night I shall lose myself among the black flowers Of the park, where the secret bird that sings The same song over and over, the round pond, And the summerhouse, and the indistinct Statue and the hazardous ruin, weave Their scheme of things propitious to the langour Of [...]

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To gaze at the river made of time and water And recall that time itself is another river, To know we cease to be, just like the river, And that our faces pass away, just like the water. To feel that waking is another sleep That dreams it does not sleep and that death, Which [...]

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Gentile or Hebrew or simply a man Whose face has now been lost in time; From oblivion we shall not redeem The silent letters of his name. Of clemency he knew no more Than a robber whom Judea nails To a cross. The time that went before We cannot reach. But in his final Job [...]

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The new mind-busting games such as “Hexed” and “Instant Insanity” are a progression of the old puzzles, and depending on how you view the uselessness of spending hours to master an intricate puzzle, you’ll love or despise these games when stoned. Without question, you’ll get involved, all hung up, and either not be able to [...]

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I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy’s brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still: “A boy’s will is the wind’s will, And the [...]

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