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[Sep. 29th, 2025|08:56 pm] |
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Es zinu, ka var būt vēl labāk. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2025|10:08 pm] |
"Probably the most widely held view of man today in opposition to the older, traditional view is that man is simply one more of the brute animals - a superior animal, to be sure, but still just an animal, with the same questionable and transitory value of any other animal. And just as animals in general are creatures of instinct, with no real control over their instinctive drives or over the pull on their senses from the outside, so too man is impelled purely by the attraction of sense goods and by the blind drive of instinct.
A still grosser view of man sees him as a kind of machine, a bundle of conditioned reflexes which respond as necessarily to the impersonal laws of mechanics and physics as the leaf falling from the tree. Manipulate the physical stimuli which act on man and you can control both the individual and society as surely as you can control machinery: given the proper stimulus, the reflex will be mechanic, automatic, and foreseeable.
Common to both these doctrines is the view that man is a freakish, haphazard, evanescent appearance in an ever evolving universe, a chance collection of atoms, an insignificant dot destined to last but the flash of an instant in the vast perspective of time unending: a being without meaning, without destiny, without hope."
/ Daniel J. Sullivan, An Introduction to Philosophy. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2025|11:03 pm] |
Defunctos ploro
Grief without song could be any stone chapel built of loss
packed with aging villagers lulled reticent as rue
by a rote bell’s tongue, hemmed by iron gates and a yew
tree lurking mirthlessly beside a burial ground where moss-
patinaed spirits and earth angels gather round relic icons
of threadbare hand-me-down faith. You sit/kneel/stand on
your misericord like an eaten Job in the organ belly’s drone,
sorting your parents’ hoarded aggregate—clothes pawn
and charity shops won’t take, sewing kits, boxes of old
Polaroids of anonymous sepia-people you wouldn’t be here
without, file drawers of past taxes, uniforms from the war,
wedding dress, unworn shoes unfit for a holy soul ...
—and that’s just the tip, to say nil of unspeakable sins
in attic and basement. Macular shorebirds scan whitecaps
for questions the mind’s eye can alight: dim synapse
of a candlelit nave, musty kneelers, a deacon’s
chair from Suriname. Grief without song is wasted pain.
According to patron James, faith in works—in real acts
of creation—amplifies our part in salvation’s soundtrack
louder than wafers, wine or words of mumbled expiation
dissolved on penitent tongues. In your rusted anechoic
husk, your veins blood-thrum a rushing river-hymn,
an electric fence of nerves ticking in your cerebellum—
until silence clears its throat ... and from her first chthonic
tremolo it comes as no shock: how from Galway to Summerhill
churches are being repurposed as concert halls by clergy who swear
love’s lost call note still lingers, runic under the moored murmur
of all those services you sat unmoved through, the supernal
flatulence of organ bellows at last revised in fidelity rare
as a black velvet angel with spindly legs and mental hair,
her aqueous blues beguiling as the B-side of prayer
beside an ocean we couldn’t hear but always knew was there.
/ Partridge Boswell |
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[Sep. 7th, 2025|07:55 am] |
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The old archaeological adage that absence of evidence is not evidence of absence |
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[Sep. 4th, 2025|08:46 am] |
"Tātad kāpēc tev jāprecas?
Mans dievs, reiz taču ar to jābeidz, - attrauca Valanjosks, gurdi nolaizdams acu plakstus. - Turklāt mēs dzīvojam no cerībām, gaidām, ka drīz nomirs kāda krustmāte."
/ Zolā, Dāmu paradīze |
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[Sep. 3rd, 2025|09:22 pm] |
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Vīrs atgādināja, ka 2004. gadā bija tāds realitātes iepazīšanās šovs "Mirjama, viņš vai viņa", kur vīriešus izčakarēja ar transpersonu. Ak laiki, ak tikumi. |
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[Aug. 22nd, 2025|01:09 pm] |
"Much of music as is adapted to the sound of the voice and to the sense of hearing is granted to us for the sake of harmony; and harmony, which has motions akin to the revolutions of our souls, is not regarded by the intelligent votary of the Muses as given by them with a view to irrational pleasure, which is deemed to be the purpose of it in our day, but as meant to correct any discord which may have arisen in the courses of the soul, and to be our ally in bringing her into harmony and agreement with herself; and rythm too was given by them for the same reason, on account of the irregular and graceless ways which prevail among mankind generally, and to help us against them."
/ Plato, Timaeus |
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[Jul. 19th, 2025|10:26 pm] |
"First we must make a distinction and ask, what is that which always is and has no becoming; and what is that which is always becoming and never is? That which is apprehended by intelligence and reason is always in the same state; but that which is concieved by opinion with the help of sensation and without reason, is always in a process of becoming and perishing and never really is."
/ Plato, Timaeus |
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[Jul. 16th, 2025|09:49 pm] |
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Zombijs ir metafiziska neiespējamība |
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[Jul. 13th, 2025|06:05 pm] |
"The famous "cannibal problem": suppose a cannibal eats the body of another man and then, after his victim's flesh has been assimilated to his own body, the cannibal himself dies. Whose soul gets the matter in question at the resurrection?"
/ Edward Feser, Aquinas |
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[Jul. 10th, 2025|07:33 pm] |
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Beidzot iegāju BreadWay bakery, kurai regulāri eju garām. Garšīga tā maize, silta, aromātiska, interesantas garšas. Bet nu nepirkšu ikdienā kukulīti pa 6 eur. |
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[Jul. 5th, 2025|12:07 pm] |
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Vakar ar draugiem skatījāmies Inside Out 2. Mums tā multfilma bija par ātru. Sekot līdzi varēja, bet tiešām prasījās lēnāk un likās, ka kaut kas tiek palaists garām. Vai tas nozīmē, ka esam jau par vecu mūsdienu pasaulei un tās ritmam? Ak, vai. |
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[Jun. 29th, 2025|04:29 pm] |
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Palaidu garām kurā brīdī Mielavs kļuva nacionāli noskaņots. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2025|12:14 am] |
"Kur mēs mīļi runājām
Tur zied balti āboliņš
Kur mēs sīvi rājāmies
Tur zemīte pušu plīs"
Lai jums priecīgi |
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[Jun. 23rd, 2025|12:07 pm] |
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Uz gavēņa laiku biju pārtraukusi dzert kafiju. Pēc tam atsāku. Un tagad ir kaut kāda jocīga nobīde, kafiju no rītiem negribas, pie ēdiena negribas, bet gribas vakarā. Nu neko, dzeru pirms gulētiešanas. |
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[Jun. 1st, 2025|12:12 pm] |
Izlasīju "Tu dzīvosi mūžīgi, ja kāds mākslinieks tevī iemīlēsies" un uzreiz iedomājos par ![[info]](http://klab.lv/img/userinfo.gif) ctulhu |
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[May. 23rd, 2025|12:28 pm] |
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Alasdērs Makintairs nomiris |
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[May. 22nd, 2025|11:09 am] |
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Severance izskatās pēc seriāla, kuru es gribētu būt noskatījusies, jo interesants sižets, bet negribu skatīties, jo neuzrunā emocionāli. |
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[May. 21st, 2025|09:30 pm] |
Šodien priecīgi atdevu vienu grāmatu un pēc stundas zvanīja kurjers, ka ir pienākusi jaunā. Vakar biju lasījusi par magmas dzīves ciklu un nodomāju, ka šis ir kaut kas līdzīgs. Koks izaug, koksne tiek pārstrādāta grāmatā, grāmata izlasīta, atdota tālāk, nokrīt aiz plaukta un kādā brīdī sadalās sastāvdaļās, saplūst ar zemi, koks izaug.
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"Starp mums ir trauksme. Nekas jau vēl nav noticis. Varbūt nekas arī nenotiks. Bet es saprotu, ko mums reiz mācīja svētdienas skolā, sakot, ka trauksme pastāvēja vēl pirms grēkā krišanas. Ādams vispirms bija trauksmains, un tikai tad nāca visas pārējās nelaimes.
/ Nils Sakss, Augstāk |
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[May. 20th, 2025|08:41 pm] |
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"Specfondos regulāri lasot Theater heute, biju ievērojusi Rišbītera publikācijas. Man ļoti patika gan viņa raksti, gan domāšanas veids un metodiskā pieeja, ko centos arī pati ievērot. Rišbīters uzskatīja, ka rakstot par teātri, jāatzīst - uz skatuves notiekošais arī ir objektīva īstenība, daļa no realitātes. Nevis īstenības spogulis, bet pati realitāte. Atšķirībā no īstenības, kurā dzīvojam, tā ir ātri gaistoša, taču uztverama kā objektīvi eksistējoša. Abstrahējoties no tā, vai tas, kas notiek uz skatuves, tev patīk vai nepatīk un kā tu to interpretē, uz skatuves redzamais pastāv neatkarīgi un notiek ārpus tavas gribas. Tāpēc, pirms sāc paskaidrot, ko tu izrādē saproti un kas tev tur patīk vai nepatīk, ir jānofiksē tas, kas notiek uz skatuves. Tā ir principiāla nostāja, kāda man bija izveidojusies dabiskā ceļā un ko vienmēr esmu uzskatījusi par obligātu, iekams otram cilvēkam sāc stāstīt par savām domām vai, kā to mīl darīt daži kritiķi, par raksta galveno varoni izvirzīt sevi."
/ Freimane, Antigones likums |
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