June 2013
8 posts
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“The hand that holds the pen is as good as the one that holds the plow.”
—Arthur Rimbaud
May 2013
5 posts
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“Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.”
—Albert Einstein
February 2012
1 post
flashback #1
Pith, the moral fiber of a plant, conflict or commitment…the brutal act of severing the spinal cord of farm animals, slashing the lifeline of vegetation, beast or mankind.
Vulnerability tucked away deep into the fleshy core of a breathing vehicle, shielded by the façade of protection, whether it’s leafy green, unprocessed leather or thin naked skin, pith is penetrable. The cellular brains behind the waxy rind, the brittle bone or coarse hide of perseverance create the will of existence, or are crushed like an insect, that is what pith as a noun, a thing, is.
Then there is the action, to pith, the slaughtering of cattle by cruel method of slashing the rope of nerves that bind the vertebrae together, detaching the backbone of a futile life. The disconnect of the central artery of the nervous system, a death that undoubtedly leaves the body in a moment of spastic paralysis before the last frantic messages of distress can reach hoofed limbs. In a more flowery sense, to pith a plant is to remove the sticky inner tissue or sweet fruit.
February 2011
1 post
“Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.”
—Ernest Hemingway
