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<description>The transient blog of Joerg Diekmann. Still no editorial focus whatsoever. However, it does appear as if it contains mostly quotes collected from stuff I&apos;ve read. I also run Holborn5, and host Mister PotatO and Dr F. All my photos are on {exposure}.</description>
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<title>Architecture of Happiness</title>
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<description>&quot;Our imbalances are further aggravated by practical demands. Our jobs make relentless calls on a narrow band of our faculties, reducing our chances of achieving rounded personalities and leaving us to suspect (often in the gathering darkness of a Sunday...</description>
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<title>Each One Stands Alone</title>
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<description>Each one stands alone on the heart of the earth Pierced by a ray of the sun; And suddenly it is evening. - Salvatore Quasimodo Translated into English from the Afrikaans version by Deon Knobel. Elkeen staan alleen op die...</description>
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<title>Creation</title>
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<description>&quot;Is it more astonishing that a God created all that exists in six days, or that the natural processes of the creative universe have yielded galaxies, chemistry, life, agency, meaning, value, consciousness, culture without a Creator. In my mind and...</description>
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<title>A Falcon, or a Storm, or a Great Song</title>
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<description>I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don&apos;t know if I am a falcon, or a storm, or a great song. - Rilke...</description>
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<title>Schoenfraun</title>
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<description>&quot;But bad movies—I think I’ve got a word for the kind of sadness I’m talking about. Schoenfraun. The sadness of when you’re watching someone enjoy something that you think is substandard. Schoenfraun. Schoenfraun. It just sounds right. The ineffable sadness...</description>
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<title>Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte</title>
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<dc:subject>Art</dc:subject>
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<title>Happiness</title>
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<description>A quote from Paul Coelho: A comment that is very often heard in interviews is: “ ... and now that you are a happy person ...”, which provokes the immediate reaction: “Did I say I was happy?” I am not...</description>
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<title>Initiation</title>
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<description>From The Power of Myth Joseph Campbell tells of a New Guinea cannibalism ritual: &quot;There is a great shed of enormous logs supported by two uprights. A young woman comes in ornamental as a deity, and she is brought to...</description>
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<title>O, Very Strong Tobacco</title>
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<description>On Swahili culture: &quot;When his grandmother or his aunt or another woman comes, a child one or two years old is told to show his love for his aunt, and he goes to her. Then she tells him to kiss...</description>
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<title>Suburbs of the Heart</title>
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<description>&quot;One of the real tests of writers, especially poets, is how well they write about smells. If they can&apos;t describe the scent of sanctity in a church, can you trust them to describe the suburbs of the heart?&quot; - Diane...</description>
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<title>Smells Detonate Softly</title>
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<description>&quot;Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines, hidden under the weedy mass of many years and experiences. Hit a tripwire of smell, and memories explode all at once.&quot; - Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses...</description>
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<title>Marriage</title>
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<description>&quot;[...]Part of what we promise each other is to do what we can to each sustain ourselves, so that we are available when we are needed. This might be simple, if we were simple and asked for nothing, but for...</description>
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<title>An Artist&apos;s Statement</title>
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<description>&quot;The keel, the prow, these glorious forms groan and strain, and very slowly in the condensing procedure of movement, all aspects of process are controlled. But, prior and akin to process, four archetypical figures, or companions, contribute to the peculiar...</description>
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<dc:subject>Art</dc:subject>
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<title>Back Home</title>
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<description>Back in South Africa. For a while already actually. Just been quietly coming to terms with barbed wire fences, high walls, parking lots and shopping malls, and sleeping next to a revolver at night (I must say, quite peacefully actually)....</description>
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<dc:subject>India</dc:subject>
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<title>Last Days</title>
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<description>The last day in Bombay was spent living it up. I met this American guy in my hotel, and he had met these other two Indian girls, so we went out for the most expensive coffee I have ever had,...</description>
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