FRAGMENTS

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Under the pseudonym Tom Seidmann-Freud—often shortened to just "Tom"—Sigmund Freud's eccentric niece Martha illustrated a series of wonderful children's books in the early twentieth century. She killed herself in 1930 (age 37 or 38), a year after her husband killed himself. This grim ending is not reflected in her dream-like, often whimsical work. (12/30 update: "whimsically apocalyptic" might be more accurate for the rabbit book.)

 

http://50watts.com/The-Rabbit-Dreams-of-Dr-Freud-s-Niece?fbclid=IwAR0T0UDPd2VWDNBrH9duROLRlhBFDmW9rGT7RB8cXiulTns2XIkhgizWx5E

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https://comicbook.com/comics/news/marvels-frankenstein-cover-wrightson-auction-1-2-million/?fbclid=IwAR3wDZssZiJnQXh0ijfS86wcrq32KQtAc4QoIf6nMiS1CQLChW0IT2EzYwA

 

Edited April 12, 2022 by Hermetico

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one-eyed lioness after a kill

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The physics of surfing, as explained by a math teacher at Dana Hills High School in Southern California in the late ’70s. A couple years ago, he retired after 40 (rad) years at the same school.

 

 

 

[Filozof manijak]

Sjajna fotka 

[Lancia]

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If you wanted to make an impression on a high-ranking Bronze or Iron Age chieftain, mere jewelry or gems wouldn't cut it. Instead, you'd present them with an egg—an elaborately carved and embellished ostrich eggshell, to be exact. Such oologic offerings have been found inside the tombs of Mediterranean and Middle Eastern elites who lived from about 2500 to 500 B.C.E., equally thrilling and perplexing archaeologists.

https://www.science.org/content/article/elaborately-decorated-eggs-predate-easter-thousands-years

 

 

 

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https://www.mit.edu/people/dpolicar/writing/prose/text/thinkingMeat.html

 

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They're Made out of Meat

Terry Bisson, 1991

 

"They're made out of meat."

  "Meat?"

"Meat. They're made out of meat."

  "Meat?"

"There's no doubt about it. We picked several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."

  "That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars."

"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."

  "So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."

"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."

  "That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in the sector and they're made out of meat."

  "Maybe they're like the Orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."

"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take too long. Do you have any idea the life span of meat?"

  "Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the Weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."

"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads like the Weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."

  "No brain?"

"Oh, there is a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat!"

  "So... what does the thinking?"

"You're not understanding, are you? The brain does the thinking. The meat."

  "Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"

"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you getting the picture?"

  "Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."

"Finally, Yes. They are indeed made out meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."

  "So what does the meat have in mind."

"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the universe, contact other sentients, swap ideas and information. The usual."

  "We're supposed to talk to meat?"

"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there? Anyone home?' That sort of thing."

  "They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"

"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."

  "I thought you just told me they used radio."

"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."

  "Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"

"Officially or unofficially?"

  "Both."

"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome, and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in the quadrant, without prejudice, fear, or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."

  "I was hoping you would say that."

"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"

  "I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say?" `Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"

"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."

  "So we just pretend there's no one home in the universe."

"That's it."

  "Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you have probed? You're sure they won't remember?"

"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."

  "A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."

"And we can marked this sector unoccupied."

  "Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"

"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotation ago, wants to be friendly again."

  "They always come around."

"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the universe would be if one were all alone."

 

[Filozof manijak]

Odličan.

I eto rešenja Fermijevog paradoxa 

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[Takeshi]

 

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Sonja Hinrichsen, Snow Drawings

http://www.sonja-hinrichsen.com/

 

 

[Amos]

ZA STAROG DRUŠKANA
Bukovski

 

Bio je samo

mačak,
zrikav
prljavobele boje
i bledoplavih očiju

neću da vas zamaram
pričom o njemu
reći ću samo
da je bio veliki maler
i dobar stari druškan
i umro je
kao što ljudi umiru
kao što slonovi umiru
kao što pacovi umiru
kao što cvetovi umiru
kao što voda ispari
i vetar prestane da duva.
pluća su mu otkazala
prošlog ponedeljka.
sada je pod ružama u bašti
i čuo sam
počasni marš
kako svira

za njega

u meni
što znam da
ne bi mnogi
ali bi poneki od vas
možda želeli da znaju.

 

to je

sve.