Extraordinary Discourse Podcast

All These Things And More 2014! Leaping in. The topsoil of this "arcades project" is around 30-some years deep, with, as all good soil, deeper bits and newer shit. I consider myself a longtime player in the underplayground in these 30-odd "neoliberal" bullshit years. Here is my collection of stuff I picked up in my underground tunneling, under the mall, beneath the school, beneath the bottom line. Jump in anywhere, from the first in the series to the most recent - they are equally relevant, their themes endlessly entwine and blend. Jack Anson Rabinbach, editor of New German Critique summarizes Benjamin’s thought […]: The world is… dispersed in fragments, and in these fragments, the fragments of the world that God has now turned his back on, reside certain presences, which attest to the former existence of their divine character. You cannot actively go about to discover these divine presences, but they can be revealed. According to Rabinbach, Be...

Bit Of A Melange But to live variously cannot simply be a gift, endowed by an accident of birth; it has to be a continual effort, continually renewed. Zadie Smith, Speaking In Tongues General Abner Doubleday wrote to Bachelder in this chastened spirit five years after the congressional appropriation: "It is difficult in the excitement of battle to see every thing going on around us for each has his own part to play and that absorbs his attention to the exclusion of every thing else. People are very much mistaken when they suppose because a man is in a battle, he knows all about it." Gettysburg Regress By John Summers New Republic

Key Excerpts In Rough Narrative We need to redefine community and find a variety of ways of coming together and helping each other. Sharon Salzberg Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together. Vincent van Gogh

What On Earth? I am a conservator of endangered wonder in a time much imperilled and imperilling. I am a herder of unruly propositions that kick at the stall, sometimes all night. I am a caretaker of what I have been entrusted with, and I suppose my job is to have some discernment in how and when and if I lift those things up into the light, for others to consider. And in so doing I try to keep lithe and well practiced the ragged hum of human wonder that can bind us in something very like kinship, to each other and to those who came before us. Especially to them. When I remember to, my teaching lifts up my teachers, but always it is a praise song to them and their teaching. And especially to their teachers, and to theirs, to the ones I don’t know and will never meet. These Very Days of Wonder Dec 9, 2013 by Stephen Jenkinson Song clip Everlast - what it's like

Zeitgeist Riffs The themes are familiar, their play is unusual. It's the sequential juxtapositioning. Between depth psychology and the decline and fall of the job system. Between "don't worry, be happy" and legitimate suffering. From the end of the Bible to Mickey Bush to Hitler and beyond, strobed through the fence-slats of silence. I have a better time playing because I have a variety of colors to bring to the table. John Frusciante “I am hooked on talk as a creative dialogue,” she once remarked in her journals, and added:“For me, it’s the principal medium of my salvation." Maria Popova on Susan Sontag ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬ ↬

In Other Words The public sphere is where competing storylines slug their way out, it’s where politicians, journalists, experts and yakkers connect the dots, find patterns and fashion narratives.  We take all that in, spoiler-free, in a state of genre-blindness, not knowing whether we’re watching a tragedy or an adventure play out. It's Important to Know How the Stories We Tell Ourselves -- True, or Not-- Shape our World... for Better or Worse AlterNet / By Marty Kaplan Let The Slave (Incorporating The Price Of Experience. Text: William Blake) Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the bright air Let the enchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years Rise and look up; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open; And let his wife and children return from the oppressors scourge They look behind at every step and believe it is...

A Free Box Of Out-Of-The-Box Wisdom ( ejectus in viam ) Arrange whatever pieces come your way. ~Virginia Woolf John Mitchell ‏ @OneJohnMitchell1h You are never alone in life. And certainly not while you have all those voices inside your head