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Wait …Nietzsche was closer to Christ than many Christians? How could that be? Nietzsche understood the implications of what Christ did on Good Friday better than many who claim to be Christians. Nietzsche was closer to Christ than many Christians because he knew the Christ that he rejected, whereas many Christians don’t know the Christ whom they call Lord and Savior.
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humansofnewyork:

"I do social work, focusing on young families. Basically I play and dance with babies."

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Mechanist Dreams VII

riadovoidostoevsky:

I am more mechanism than man

Humans have aspirations
abstractions
dream toward goals
I merely exist
reacting to stimuli

People give me reasons they love me
not just 51
there are others and more

I still feel little

My son asks why I take pictures of objects
and people I don’t know
No answer


I don’t understand art theory

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Notes from New Orleans

irrationalgraceistaken:

So this past weekend was French Quarter Festival. I had been away from New Orleans for four weekends due to road tripping and dodging bad weather. I was eager to jump back into street poetry. My writing has been a mix of comfortable trepidation and unrealized expectations of late. I’m closing in on my two years of street poetry and I’m still awed and overwhelmed by it. Jackson Square was more of a circus than usual. Wall to wall art everywhere your eyes could look, even the homeless looked good with their sleepy eyelids and red tanned necks. I wrote like a madman off and on for five hours, wrote 20 poems at least, and broke some kind of cash record. I even wrote a poem about the female orgasm, which was more challenging than the math poem or the bachelorette poem. God I love my job. 

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The Female Orgasm

A New Orleans street poem

An orgasm in constant motion,

flirting with the impossibility of gravity,

the paradox of touching and not touching at the same time.

Kissing lips and revolving hips,

the anticipation of anticipation, peeling back the layers

of sensual satisfaction, you have to know where you’re going.

A passionate jackhammer is only a fraction of what it takes.

It is total submersion in the other.

In the end you don’t find the female orgasm, it finds you.

Distant Woman IX

You burned my tongue

and turned my sophistication against me.

I couldn’t help but adore you

trying not to see you as only beautiful.

You were a momentum

talking with intention

giving me the part of you

you thought I needed.

I needed you, but perhaps

I needed the distance more.

Notes from New Orleans

So this past weekend was French Quarter Festival. I had been away from New Orleans for four weekends due to road tripping and dodging bad weather. I was eager to jump back into street poetry. My writing has been a mix of comfortable trepidation and unrealized expectations of late. I’m closing in on my two years of street poetry and I’m still awed and overwhelmed by it. Jackson Square was more of a circus than usual. Wall to wall art everywhere your eyes could look, even the homeless looked good with their sleepy eyelids and red tanned necks. I wrote like a madman off and on for five hours, wrote 20 poems at least, and broke some kind of cash record. I even wrote a poem about the female orgasm, which was more challenging than the math poem or the bachelorette poem. God I love my job. 

journalofajournalist:

The most controversial articles on Wikipedia, sorted by language. (via Daily chart: Edit wars | The Economist)

Fascinating

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Postman’s argument is that childhood is the creation of the printing press, which led to a culture in which learning to read was necessary to become an adult, and thus children became a separate group. In the same way, he argues, the emergence of television, which requires no special training to view, is destroying the distinction between children and adults and bringing us back to that pre-literate age.
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preludetowind:

"Many of my movies have strong female leads - brave, self-sufficient girls that don’t think twice about fighting for what they believe in with all their heart. They’ll need a friend, or a supporter, but never a savior. Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man." - Hayao Miyazaki

(Source: preludetowind)

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Kerouac Bivouac

shamelesspoetry:

Pack  your rucksack

And we’ll walk west.

Bread, cheese, port wine;

Booted feet up mountain paths.

Kerouac campfires

In the jungles of

The Railroad Earth.

Santa Fe, Nashville:

Bury us in your dirt.

Shows us your dogs;

We will show you

Their masters.

Submitted Poetry by:
http://rucksackrevolution.tumblr.com

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this-day-in-baseball:

April 8, 1974
Hank Aaron hits home run number 715 to pass Babe Ruth as the all-time home run leader.

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Distant Woman VIII

irrationalgraceistaken:

All you distant women

painting portraits with your toes, dodging rain that freezes to snow,

you with your pretzel almond eyes and smooth fingertips that never lie,

watch me wanting you,

with my velvet words and sonnet freckled elbows,

are you the ordinary goddess who knows so much,

uncomfortable in this solitude,

you with your well worn make up and cosmic hips

I am a foreign body chasing bodies and minds wanting to sip

from your intellect in ways you’d never suspect.

Poetry socks raw with holes at the toes,

looking at you with your rain soaked hair,

Kissing your back in the midnight glow, playing your skin like a

Baldwin piano.

All you distant women make me hungry and I eat the idea of you

and lick my fingers that know you so well.

I am trapped in this wanting like a paradox eager to eat itself,

I listen to you talk and when you breathe, I memorize and mimic

how your eyes watch me and I wonder how you see.

In the distance, between the shadows and sunlight,

I wait to find you reflected against the starry eyed sky.

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Leviticus is the ugly step-daughter of the Old Testament—easily forgotten, overlooked, and untouched like an unclean woman. Except when Leviticus is useful. It’s useful when you want to pluck a few convenient verses out of context from the book to condemn and humiliate and justify hatred. Or when a parent wants to keep his/her child from getting a tattoo. Such “uses” of Leviticus are defilement. When you use a biblical book only to condemn but ignore it otherwise, that’s bibliolatry. You are defiling God’s word by using it wrongly and selectively. When you ignore a book filled with important (but difficult) theology only to appeal to it when it’s convenient, you are abusing it. This is biblical pornography—putting selected verses on display in a way that defiles them and uses them for your own perverted purposes.
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