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And remember, this is 2016. The government itself starves Native Americans who just protect their own land.
The media is silent, as usual.
God bless these warriors.
#NoDAPL #NoJusticeNoPeace
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Andy Goldsworthy
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Luciano Castelli, selfportrait
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————————– Marlon Brando ————————–
I’m taking requests!
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archetype aesthetics: ghost towns
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me as an Ancient Greek
me: hey Poseidon whats with the pitchfork huh???? There’s a lot of hay to stack in the ocean huh??? fucking loser me: *gets killed by a tsunami*
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Chile, Valparaiso 1987. Kids playing, David Alan Harvey.
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Au Revoir Les Enfants (1987), dir. Louis Malle
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Odilon Redon (French, 1840 - 1916)
The Boat (La Barque), 1900
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Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That’s its balance.
Osho (via naturaekos)
Source: goo.gl
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Regalia by Edward Wadsworth, 1928. Tempera and oil paint on canvas on board, 76.3 x 91.7 cm. Tate Gallery, London, UK.
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x-punk
Oh shit I’m pretty sure the original is a Metallica reference!
memeufacturing
y…yeah… the… the first flag here is uhh. its definitely a Metallica reference. yeah. cant make this stuff up
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Empathy isn’t just something that happens to us—a meteor shower of synapses firing across the brain—it’s also a choice we make: to pay attention, to extend ourselves. It’s made of exertion, that dowdier cousin of impulse. Sometimes we care for another because we know we should, or because it’s asked for, but this doesn’t make our caring hollow. The act of choosing simply means we’ve committed ourselves to a set of behaviors greater than the sum of our individual inclinations: I will listen to his sadness, even when I’m deep in my own. To say “going through the motions”—this isn’t reduction so much as acknowledgment of the effort—the labor, the motions, the dance—of getting inside another person’s state of heart or mind.
This confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always arise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. But I believe in intention and I believe in work. I believe in waking up in the middle of the night and packing our bags and leaving our worst selves for our better ones.
Leslie Jamison, “The Empathy Exams” (via The Believer)
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And finally, what if Marat were to return today? What would he think of the state of our planet in the second decade of the twenty-first century? He could read in the history books that the Great French Revolution—his Revolution—is recognized as the watershed event in the making of the modern world.
“But what did it accomplish?” he might ask.
“It rid France of a parasitic class whose right to rule was based upon aristocratic birthright and traditional privilege.”
“Is that all?”
“It established legal and political equality, which then spread throughout much of Europe and the world.”
“Legal and political equality? What about economic and social equality?”
“No, the situation in that regard is even worse than you remember it. Today, despite two centuries of mind-boggling technological progress, a handful of billionaires control most of the Earth’s resources while billions of people remain mired in hunger, disease, oppression, and grinding poverty.”
Marat would surely be shocked and dismayed to learn that after more than 200 years his struggle for social revolution had lost none of its relevance and urgency. Where is the People’s Friend now, when we need him?
Jean Paul Marat: Tribune of the French Revolution (Clifford D. Conner)