quotes
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Artificers
The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence.” Jean Baudrillard, from Cool Memories, October 1983
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Two Sentences
“The Moderns were mercenaries, practical jokers, nihilistic technofetishists.” Gibson N 52 “An angel is nothing more than a shark well governed.” Melville MD 266
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Beavers
“Being a writer is a lot like being a beaver. The beavers’ teeth itch, right? So that’s why they cut down trees. Right? Because that’s the only thing that stops their teeth from driving them crazy.” David Mamet
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Endless Space
“I wish I could put into words the coming-round I have experienced (intellectually) the last few years. I once despised feeling as worthless, evanescent, of no “eternal significance.” I thought only of the “permanent” outside, the revolving galaxies, the endless space, and man on his tiny speck seemed meaningless. Can I now make the shift…
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from Percival Everett in “The Art of Fiction No. 235”
Everett: “I remember loving Lewis Carroll from an early age, and not just “Through the Looking-Glass” and “Alice” but the syllogisms and a book on logic. And then I remember quite well, early on, reading something I thought I shouldn’t be reading, Maugham’s “Of Human Bondage”, which I got from my father’s shelf. I think…
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George Seferis (1900-1971)
“But to say what you want to say, you must create another language and nourish it for years and years with what you have loved, with what you have lost, with what you will never find again. ” Seferis, as quoted in Mary Ruefle’s “Madness, Rack, and Honey”, p. 191.
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Emily Dickinson; Spring, 1881
“genius is the ignition of affection — not intellect, as is supposed, — the exaltation of devotion, and in proportion to our capacity for that, is our experience of genius.¨ Dickinson, in a letter to Louise and Frances Norcross, early spring 1881
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‘Another variation of formlessness’
“Isn’t the most profound education the one that was afforded me at my childhood elementary school, the one that divides the ink sharply between thought become Letter and drive turned into splotches and blots? How will those who begin with the darkish gray on the palish gray of computer screens manage? Without the slightest inkblot?…
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“for my own sanity”
“I felt driven—for my own sanity—to bring together in my poems the political world ‘out there’—the world of children dynamited or napalmed, of the urban ghetto and militarist violence—and the supposedly private, lyrical world of sex and of male/female relationships.” Adrienne Rich, “Blood, Bread, and Poetry”
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“unalloyed pleasure”
“As the internet grows in the next 10, 15 years and virtual reality pornography becomes a reality, we’re going to have to develop some real machinery inside our guts to turn off pure unalloyed pleasure or—I don’t know about you—but I’m going to have to leave the planet. Because the technology is just going to…
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