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nevver:

Darkness of the edge of town, Patrick Joust

Chamber of Reflection by Mac Demarco

“The artist and the writer force themselves to surmount existence in another way. They attempt to realize it as an absolute. What makes their effort genuine is that they do not propose to attain being. They distinguish themselves thereby from an engineer or a maniac. It is existence which they are trying to pin down and make eternal. The word, the stroke, the very marble indicate the object insofar as it is an absence. Only, in the work of art the lack of being returns to the positive. Time is stopped, clear forms and finished meanings rise up. In this return, existence is confirmed and establishes its own justification. This is what Kant said when he defined art as “a finality without end.” By virtue of the fact that he has thus set up an absolute object, the creator is then tempted to consider himself as absolute. He justifies the world and therefore thinks he has no need of anyone to justify himself. If the work becomes an idol whereby the artist thinks that he is fulfilling himself as being, he is closing himself up in the universe of the serious; he is falling into the illusion which Hegel exposed when he described the race of “intellectual animals.”

— Simone de Beauvoir, The Ethics of Ambiguity
bengiles:

not all of them work

bengiles:

not all of them work

High Living by Toro y Moi off Anything in Return (2013)

Tulpa - Sane (Handbook Remix)

“This individualism does not lead to the anarchy of personal whim. Man is free; but he finds his law in his very freedom. First, he must assume his freedom and not flee it; he assumes it by a constructive movement: one does not exist without doing something; and also by a negative movement which rejects oppression for oneself and others. In construction, as in rejection, it is a matter of reconquering freedom on the contingent facticity of existence, that is, of taking the given, which, at the start, is there without any reason, as something willed by man.
   A conquest of this kind is never finished; the contingency remains, and, so that he may assert his will, man is even obliged to stir up in the world the outrage he does not want. But this element of failure is a very condition of his life; one can never dream of eliminating it without immediately dreaming of death. This does not mean that one should consent to failure, but rather one must consent to struggle against it without respite.
   […] In Plato, art is mystification because there is the heaven of Ideas; but in the earthly domain all glorification of the earth is true as soon as it is realized. Let men attach value to words, forms, colors, mathematical theorems, physical laws, and athletic prowess; let them accord value to one another in love and friendship, and the objects, the events, and the men immediately have this value; they have it absolutely. It is possible that a man may refuse to love anything on earth; he will prove this refusal and he will carry it out by suicide. If he lives, the reason is that, whatever he may say, there still remains in him some attachment to existence; his life will be commensurate with this attachment; it will justify itself to the extent that it genuinely justifies the world.
   This justification, though open upon the entire universe through time and space, will always be finite. Whatever one may do, one never realizes anything but a limited work, like existence itself which tries to establish itself through that work and which death also limits. It is the assertion of our finiteness which doubtless gives the doctrine which we have just evoked its austerity and, in some eyes, its sadness. As soon as one considers a system abstractly and theoretically, one puts himself, in effect, on the plane of the universal, thus, of the infinite. […] But once I got into the street again, into my life, out of the system, beneath a real sky, the system was no longer of any use to me: what it had offered me, under a show of the infinite, was the consolations of death; and I again wanted to live in the midst of living men. I think that, inversely, existentialism does not offer to the reader the consolations of an abstract evasion: existentialism proposes no evasion. On the contrary, its ethics is experienced in the truth of life, and it then appears as the only proposition of salvation which one can address to men. Taking on its own account Descartes’ revolt against the evil genius, the pride of the thinking reed in the face of the universe which crushes him, it asserts that, despite his limits, through them, it is up to each one to fulfill his existence as an absolute. Regardless of the staggering dimensions of the world about us, the density of our ignorance, the risks of catastrophes to come, and our individual weakness within the immense collectivity, the fact remains that we are absolutely free today if we choose to will our existence in its finiteness, a finiteness which is open on the infinite. And in fact, any man who has known real loves, real revolts, real desires, and real will knows quite well that he has no need of any outside guarantee to be sure of his goals; their certitude comes from his own drive. There is a very old saying which goes: “Do what you must, come what may.” That amounts to saying in a different way that the result is not external to the good will which fulfills itself in aiming at it. If it came to be that each man did what he must, existence would be saved in each one without there being any need of dreaming of a paradise where all would be reconciled in death.”

— Simone de Beauvoir, The Ethics of Ambiguity
modified originally from nedhepburn:

What the fuck, Tumblr?
If indeed my site gets taken down, here’s my goodbye note: 
___________
Seeing as there is no link to said content or possible explanation behind this, I am forced to stop blogging on nedhepburn.tumblr.com wellareyou.tumblr.com. 
Multiple users who have been on the platform for a while have gotten the same email. It seems that a few people are waging war on content using these tools. 
Unless this gets resolved soon, I’ll try and start a new account under a different name. Hopefully it gets figured out, as I have all my work greatest procrastination on here. Until it does, though, consider this my final post. It’s been a fun lazily exceptional 7 [almost] 5 years. 
Best  Please be reasonable,
N  alex

modified originally from nedhepburn:

What the fuck, Tumblr?

If indeed my site gets taken down, here’s my goodbye note: 

___________

Seeing as there is no link to said content or possible explanation behind this, I am forced to stop blogging on nedhepburn.tumblr.com wellareyou.tumblr.com. 

Multiple users who have been on the platform for a while have gotten the same email. It seems that a few people are waging war on content using these tools. 

Unless this gets resolved soon, I’ll try and start a new account under a different name. Hopefully it gets figured out, as I have all my work greatest procrastination on here. Until it does, though, consider this my final post. It’s been a fun lazily exceptional 7 [almost] 5 years. 

Best  Please be reasonable,

N  alex

Twirl by Karavelo

Little Wild by King Krule

biraunal:

March 8, Tultepec, Mexico.THOMAS PRIOR.

biraunal:

March 8, Tultepec, Mexico.
THOMAS PRIOR.