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Philips Galle, 1570. Mors sceptra ligonibus aequat. “Death makes sceptres and hoes equal.” Mors vltima linea rerum. “Death, the final boundary of things.” Divitiis flores, et maiorum nobilitate te iactas, et exsultas de pulchritudine corporis et honoribus qui tibi ab hominibus deferuntur. Respice te ipsum, quia mortalis es, et quia terra es, et in terram ibis. “You flourish in wealth, and boast of the society of the great and powerful; you rejoice in the beauty of the body and the honours which men pay to you. Consider yourself, that you are mortal, that you are earth, and into the earth you shall go.”
(Art: Photograph by Elliott Erwitt)
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Man's feeling of homelessness, of alienation has been intensified in the midst of a bureaucratized, impersonal mass society. He has come to feel himself an outsider even within his own human society. He is trebly alienated: a stranger to God, to nature, and to the gigantic social apparatus that supplies his material wants. But the worst and final form of alienation, toward which indeed the others tend, is man's alienation from his own self. In a society that requires of man only that he perform competently his own particular social function, man becomes identified with this function, and the rest of his being is allowed to subsist as best it can - usually to be dropped below the surface of consciousness and forgotten.
~William Barrett (Book: Irrational Man: A Study in Existential Philosophy) [Philo Thoughts]
“Once the experience of war makes visible the possibility of death that lies locked up in each moment, our thoughts cannot travel from one day to the next without meeting death’s face. […] On each one of these days the soul suffers violence. Regularly, every morning, the soul castrates itself of aspiration, for thought cannot journey through time without meeting death on the way. Thus war effaces all conceptions of purpose or goal, including even its own “war aims”. It effaces the very notion of war’s being brought to an end. To be outside a situation so violent as this is to find it inconceivable; to be inside it is to be unable to conceive its end.”
— Simone Weil, “The Iliad or The Poem of Force”
“Remember, man, that thou art dust, and into dust thou shalt return.”
Fred Hampton, Black Panther Party deputy chairman, murdered by the FBI and Chicago Police on December 4th, 1969:
They have black people and white poor people and red poor people And Puerto Rican poor people and Latin American poor people Poor people of all descents. They had them caught up in their movements based on racism. We don’t think you fight fire with fire. We think you fight fire with water. We gonna fight racism, not with racism but we gonna fight it with solidarity We said we not gonna fight capitalism with black capitalism, but we’re going to fight it with Socialism. We stood up and said we’re not going to fight reactionary pigs and reactionary state’s attorneys like Hanrahan with any other reactions on our part. We’re going to fight their reactions with all us people to get together And have an international proletarian revolution.
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Silvia Marieta (Portugal,b.1982) - Finding a balance
Santa Maria della Concezione dei Cappuccini, Rome, 19th century
German sniper flying down, Italy, 1944
This photo was taken inside the mortuary room of a now abandoned catholic orphanage. The orphanage is said to have been closed in the 1970s due to abuse. I reckon that the table was used for the embalming process, to help drain fluids perhaps?
Source: Reddit r/AbandonedPorn
The photographers Instagram: (Ben James) @places_forgtten
There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.
Fernando Pessoa
John Keats.
Postapocalyptic sights of Ukraine (Feb-Jun 2022).
I let you in
And you completely
Destroyed me.