The immense hope, and forbearance Trailing out of night, to sidewalks of the day Like air breathed into a paper city, exhaled As night returns bringing doubts That swarm around the sleeper’s head But are fended off with clubs and knives, so that morning Installs again in cold hope The air that was yesterday, is what you are, In so many phases the head slips form the hand. The tears ride freely, laughs or sobs: What do they matter? There is free giving and taking; The giant body relaxed as though beside a stream Wakens to the force of it and has to recognize The secret sweetness before it turns into life— Sucked out of many exchanges, torn from the womb, Disinterred before completely dead—and heaves Its mountain-broad chest. “They were long in coming, Those others, and mattered so little that it slowed them To almost nothing. They were presumed dead, Their names honorably grafted on the landscape To be a memory to me. Until today We have been living in their shell. Now we break forth like a river breaking through a dam, Pausing over the puzzled, frightened plain, And our further progress shall be terrible, Turning fresh knives in the wounds In the gulf of recreation, that bare canvas As matter-of-fact as the traffic and that day’s noise.” The mountain stopped shaking; its body Arched into its own contradiction, its enjoyment, As far from us lights were put out, memories of boys and girls Who walked here before the great change, Before the air mirrored us, Taking the opposite shape of our effort, Its inseparable comment and corollary But casting us further and further out. Wha—what happened? You are with The orange tree, so that its summer produce Can go back to where we got it wrong, then drip gently Into history, if it wants to. A page turned; we were Just now floundering in the wind of its colossal death. And whether it is Thursday, or the day is stormy, With thunder and rain, or the birds attack each other, We have rolled into another dream. No use charging the barriers of that other: It no longer exists. But you, Gracious and growing thing, with those leaves like stars, We shall soon give all out attention to you.
—John Ashbery, “Spring Day” Art Credit Lottie Hedley
कौतुक के पर्वत का सैलानी लुडविग विट्गेन्स्टाइन की दुनिया प्रसन्न कुमार चौधरी 1. व्यक्ति और कृति संसार और जीवन एक हैं । मैं ही अपना संसार हूँ । लुडविग विट्गेन्स्टाइन (‘ट्रैक्टेटस लॉजिको-फ़िलोसॉफ़िकस’, 5.621, 5.63) । निश्चय ही यह अब तक प्रकाशित दार्शनिक कृतियों में सबसे पहेलीनुमा रचनाओं में से है : तर्कशास्त्रियों के लिए कुछ ज्यादा ही रहस्यात्मक, रहस्यवादियों के लिए कुछ ज्यादा ही तकनीकी,…
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A new question for the jury: Did my brain implant make me do it? « The Jury Room
We’ve written as lot about “brain malfunction” [aka “did my brain make me do it?”] defenses here but this is a new twist on the neurolaw question. Deep brain stimulation (“DBS”) is a well-accepted treatment for a number of serious and treatment resistant neurological conditions from Parkinson’s Disease to depression and obsessive-compulsive disorder. As effective as DBS can be, there are also concerns about how, in some patients, it changes one’s personality to cause “undesirable or even deviant behavior”. The behavioral/personality changes depend on the location of the deep brain stimulation (and the functions carried out by that portion of the brain).
So. You have a condition for which everyday treatment is ineffective or causes side-effects worse than the condition itself. Your doctor suggests a brain implant to offer deep brain stimulation (DBS). You are unfortunately, one of those for whom DBS creates behavioral reactions and you do something illegal. Are you responsible? Or is it your brain implant? […]
The article is very complex and the ideas in it are provocative. We cannot do justice to the questions raised by these writers in a brief blog post. It’s a very serious question.
"When you agree to a cutting-edge treatment and you are informed that for some people, behavioral changes may occur, do you thereby accept responsibility for any actions you take under the influence of that treatment?
"Or, since the behavior is completely different than anything you have previously displayed and is thus believed due to the treatment (which can be shut off) is it fair to deny responsibility?
"And if you encounter aberrant behavioral effects but decide to not shut off the DBS because you appreciate the ways in which it helps you function, are you then more responsible for any illegal act you committed since you are choosing to continue down the same path?"
Yes. This is a new question. Not, “did my brain make me do it?” but “did my brain implant make me do it?”. Ultimately, however, the larger question remains the same. Where does our personal responsibility end?
Untitled by Ivana Stojakovic
Adolph Gottlieb, Equinox, 1963
From the Phillips Collection:
Once he felt he had exhausted the myriad possibilities of his pictographs, Gottlieb began to simplify his symbols and composition in order to enhance his theme of universality. By the 1960s, he was creating paintings like Equinox, in which the grid is reduced to an implied (although occasionally delineated) horizontal division that separates the image into two halves. Within each half, a few shapes—circles, squares, or calligraphic gestures—float against a field of color, vying for focal supremacy. Gottlieb creates a tension between the two forms struggling against each other, but in their balance and containment within a field of color, he also achieves a harmonious resolution.
Duncan Phillips acquired his two examples of Gottlieb’s work soon after each was painted, evidence of his appreciation of his art. Although no specific reference to Gottlieb appears in Phillips’s surviving writings, he could have had Gottlieb in mind when he declared in 1955, “I admire the aesthetic interpretations of the age we live in—even the symbols for the anarchy, the turmoil and the inner tensions.”
Black motorcycle clubs emerged throughout Cali in the 50s & 60s, and fought against racism and stereotypes of the day for their right to live the outlaw biker lifestyle — like the East Bay Dragons, Fresco Rattlers, Outlaw Vagabonds, Defiant Ones; down South in LA were the Choppers, Soul Brothers & of course, the Chosen Few.
via: the selvedge yard
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Miriam Makeba interview, 1969
Miriam Makeba (4 March 1932 – 10 November 2008), nicknamed Mama Africa, was a Grammy Award winning South African singer and civil rights activist. She actively campaigned against the South African system of apartheid. As a result, the South African government revoked her citizenship and right of return. After the end of apartheid she returned home.
Our quote of the day is from the Irish poet W.B. Yeats
अनन्त का छंद – 3 प्रसन्न कुमार चौधरी सृष्टि 29. पूरी सृष्टि में एक अनन्त शक्ति व्याप्त है – आत्म-पुनरुत्पादन की शक्ति । अन्य सारी शक्तियाँ इसी अनन्त शक्ति की उपज हैं । 30. आखिर अनन्त है क्या ? आत्म-पुनरुत्पादन की शक्ति ही अनन्त है । सूक्ष्म कण के रूप में इसे हम स्पिन ∞ का माया कण (वर्चुअल पार्टिकल ऑफ स्पिन इनफिनिटी) कह सकते हैं । 31. आत्म-पुनरुत्पादन की प्रक्रिया में आये व्यवधान/विच्युति…
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'Naitaavad enaa, paro anyad asti' (There is not merely this, but a transcendent other). Rgveda. X, 31.8.
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