the world pulse
It is said that Sufis were in a position to separate parts of their souls from their bodies and allow these parts to assume animal form: here, a female figure shoots at a bird, hits it, and in so doing, injures the poet Baba Taher in the arm via Quantara.de
She Responded
The birds’ favorite songs
You do not hear,For their most flamboyant music takes place
When their wings are stretched
Above the treesAnd they are smoking the opium
Of pure freedom.It is healthy for the prisoner
To have faithThat one day he will again move about
Wherever he wants,
Feel the wondrous grit of life -
Less structured,Find all wounds, debts stamped canceled,
Paid.I once asked a bird,
“How is it that you fly in this gravity
Of darkness?”She responded,
“Love lifts
Me.”- Hafiz
From THE GIFT: POEMS BY HAFIZ THE GREAT SUFI MASTER, translated by Daniel Landinsky (New York: Penguin Books, 1999)
(via: Intense City)
“One day, someone showed me a glass of water that was half full. And he said, ‘Is it half full or half empty?’ So I drank the water. No more problem.” — Alejandro Jodorowsky
Robbie Basho: Bonn 1st Supreme
Live at the Kulturforum, Bonn, Germany, November 24, 1980.
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Deleuze on Drugs
Two things must be distinguished, abstractly: the domain of vital experimentation, and the domain of deadly experimentation. Vital experimentation occurs when any trial grabs you, takes control of you, establishing more and more connections, and opens you to connections. This kind of experiment can entail a kind of self-destruction. It can take place with companion or starter products: tobacco, alcohol, drugs. It is not suicidal as long as the destructive flow is not reduced to itself but serves to conjugate other flows, whatever the danger.
The suicidal enterprise occurs when everything is reduced to this flow alone: ‘my’ hit, ‘my’ trip, ‘my’ glass. It is the contrary of connection; it is organized disconnection. Instead of a ‘motif’ that serves real themes and activities, it is a simple, flat development like a stereotypical plot where the drug is for the drug’s sake. And it makes for a stupid suicide.
Gilles Deleuze :: Two Questions on Drugs :: Two Regimes of Madness
mmm, deleuze.
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sarah, i just spent some time delighting in the holga photos on yr flickr. rad stuff. makes me want to grab our diana and head out into the skyflakes! how’s mpls treating thee this morning? be warm, be well.
paul
(via oceanofmind)
sweet i get to reblog three of my favorite tumblrs in one click. :)
so suddenly excited for friday potluck joyjam at victor’s gonna make a rapturebatch of my alchemical chili and bring my loop/n/delay pedals and my heart blown wide open and burn a budos band disc for the inevitable dance party. ohhhhh hearts quaking, hips shaking, gonna make our souls sweat! OM


