Name: Edgar Wollstonecraft Winter Magic by Cedar.circuits
Duration: 3 min 36 s
Description: Edgar and Mary play portamento in an alternate Enlightenment where life-support allowed the two to travel in Winter Wonderlands, guitar slinging songs beneath Promethean pomp.

Edgar and Mary play portamento in an alternate Enlightenment where life-support allowed the two to travel in Winter Wonderlands, guitar slinging songs beneath Promethean pomp.

Edgar Wollstonecraft Winter Magic

People meet in the course of life, they talk together, they discuss, they quarrel, without realizing that they're talking to one another across a distance, each from an observation post standing in a different place in time.

La Fête De L'insignifiance

In this country people don't respect the morning. An alarm clock violently wakes them up, shatters their sleep like the blow of an ax, and they immediately surrender themselves to deadly haste. Can you tell me what kind of day can follow a beginning of such violence? What happens to such people? Each day they become more used to violence and less used to pleasure. Believe me, it is the mornings that determine a person's character.

La Valse Aux Adieux

The length of a shot has nothing to do with being modern or not modern. In film, as in any other art form, it is a way of selecting in order to express a particular emotion. Basically, editing is a way to organize the rhythm of a film.

In Search of Loss -  Exile and Sacrifice of Andrei Rublyov

A language is a much more ancient and inevitable thing than the State. Each person belongs to their extant language. As to the State, from my point of view, the measure of a speaker's patriotism is not oaths from a high platform, but how one writes in the language of the people among whom one lives . . . Although I am losing my citizenship, I do not cease to be a poet of rich inheritance. I believe that I will return. Poets always return, in flesh or on paper.

What's The Point Of Forgetting If It's Followed By Dying

We pass through the present with our eyes blindfolded. We are permitted merely to sense and guess at what we are actually experiencing. Only later when the cloth is untied can we glance at the past and find out what we have experienced and what meaning we have lost.

Risibles Amours

People are always shouting they want to create a better future. It's not true. The future is an apathetic void of no interest to anyone. The past is full of life, eager to irritate us, provoke and insult us, tempt us to destroy or repaint it. The only reason people want to be masters of the future is to change the past.

Laissons Les Vieux Morts Faire Place Aux Jeunes Morts

One should not apologize. And yet I prefer a world where everyone would apologize, with no exception, pointlessly, excessively, for nothing at all, where they’d load themselves down with apologies.

L'excuseur

The entire human species has good reason to go down into the streets and shout 'We are all writers!' For everyone is pained with the thought of disappearing, unheard, and unseen into an indifferent universe and because of that, everyone wants, wither there's still time, to turn themselves into a universe of words.

D'en Bas Tu Humeras Les Roses

Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which, terrified, we defend ourselves against the inner voice to plunge headlong into the meaningless void.

Plough and Harrow

What does it mean to demonstrate in the streets, what is the significance of that collective activity so symptomatic of the century. The demonstrators are not in a rage; they are performing rage. Philosophers talk about the modern world in which everything had turned into spectacle: demonstrations, wars, and even love.

Edgar Wollstonecraft Winter Magic

Cedar.circuits

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