“ Non c’è dubbio (lo si vede dai risultati) che la televisione sia autoritaria e repressiva come mai nessun mezzo di informazione al mondo. Il giornale fascista e le scritte sui cascinali di slogan mussoliniani fanno ridere: come (con dolore) l’aratro rispetto a un trattore. Il fascismo, voglio ripeterlo, non è stato sostanzialmente in grado nemmeno di scalfire l’anima del popolo italiano; il nuovo fascismo, attraverso i nuovi mezzi di comunicazione e di informazione (specie, appunto, la televisione) non solo l’ha scalfita, ma l’ha lacerata, violata, bruttata per sempre.
blown a wish
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Paolino Paperino Band - Maicol
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“ Ogni tempo ha il suo fascismo. A questo si arriva in molti modi, non necessariamente col terrore dell’intimidazione poliziesca, ma anche negando o distorcendo l’informazione, inquinando la giustizia, paralizzando la scuola, diffondendo in molti sottili modi la nostalgia per un mondo in cui regnava sovrano l’ordine.
— Primo Levi, 8 maggio 1974
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Poets are both clean and warm
And most are far above the norm
Whether here, or on the roam
Have a poet in every home!
Poets, as featured in the Flying Circus TV Show - Episode 17
Dec 29
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Ingmar Bergman, The Seventh Seal, 1957
“When I was young, I was extremely scared of dying, but now I think it a very, very wise arrangement. It’s like a light that is extinguished. Not very much to make a fuss about.” FACE TO FACE WITH A LIFE OF CREATION, The New York Times, 30 April 1995
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“I’m 15 years old and I feel it’s already too late to live. Don’t you?”
M83, Graveyard Girl, 2008 | via purnell
we’ll always be misfits at heart :)
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“ And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning——
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning——
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
— Francis Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, 1925
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![By watching an average day… we understand what these men value in ways that political language would diminish and make unreal. […] The Deer Hunter, then, is a film that refuses to be dated as it is about the fragility of man in the face of overwhelming loss. […] It is a story of these lives as they are lived; their pain, their emotions, and their capacity to endure. - Matt Cale, Ruthless Reviews](http://15.media.tumblr.com/MkZ7hDAK9h6drjjtYxY0Uujqo1_500.png)
By watching an average day… we understand what these men value in ways that political language would diminish and make unreal. […] The Deer Hunter, then, is a film that refuses to be dated as it is about the fragility of man in the face of overwhelming loss. […] It is a story of these lives as they are lived; their pain, their emotions, and their capacity to endure. - Matt Cale, Ruthless Reviews
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“What if death is nothing but sound?” - 1985
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» Vaticano amico dei boia
Il blog di Daniele Martinelli
Nov 29
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“ So perhaps the truest autobiography I could ever write, and I know this holds as well for many other people, would take place largely at record counters, jukeboxes, pushing forward in the driver’s seat while AM walloped you on, alone under headphones with vast scenic bridges and angelic choirs in the brain through insomniac postmidnights, or just to sit at leisure stoned or not in the vast benign lap of America, slapping on sides and feeling good.
— Lester Bangs, Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung, june 1971
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