badlands
06.07.2006., četvrtak
A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now...
 It's a giant factory-state here, a City of the Future full of extrapolated 1930's swoop-facaded and balconied skyscrapers, lean chrome caryatids with bobbed hairdos, classy airships of all descriptions drifting in the boom and hush of the city abysses, golden lovelies sunning in roof gardens and turning to wave as you pass. It is the Raketen-Stadt. * * * But out at the horizon, out near the burnished edge of the world, who are these visitors standing . . . these robed figures -- perhaps, at this distance, hundreds of miles tall -- their faces, serene, unattached, like the Buddha's, bending over the sea, impassive, indeed, as the Angel that stood over Lübeck during the Palm Sunday raid, come that day neither to destroy nor to protect, but to bear witness to a game of seduction . . . What have the watchmen of the world's edge come tonight to look for? Deepening on now, monumental beings stoical, on toward slag, toward ash the colour the night will stabilize at, tonight . . . what is there grandiose enough to witness? * * * "You're a novice paranoid, Roger," first time Prentice has ever used his Christian name and it touches Roger enough to check his tirade. "Of course a well developed They-system is necessary—but it's only half the story. For every They there ought to be a We. In our case there is. Creative paranoia means developing at least as thorough a We-system as a They-system" * * * ...look at the forms of capitalist expression. Pornographies: pornographies of love, erotic love, Christian love, boy-and-his-dog, pornographies of sunsets, pornographies of killing, and pornographies of deduction -- ahh that sigh when we guess the murderer -- all these novels, these films and songs they lull us with, they're approaches, more comfortable and less so, to that Absolute Comfort. |
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Tirian opet pogleda oko sebe, i jedva je mogao vjerovati svojim očima. Plavo nebo bilo mu je iznad glave, travnati krajolik prostirao se uokolo u svim smjerovima dokle god je pogled sezao, a njegovi su prijatelji stajali oko njega i smijali se. "Čini se, dakle", reče Tirian i sam se nasmješivši, "da su staja viđena iznutra i staja viđena izvana dva različita mjesta." "Da", reče lord Digory. "Iznutra je veća nego izvana". "Da", reče kraljica Lucy. "U našem svijetu također, jednom je u jednoj staji bilo nešto veće od cijelog našeg svijeta". / C. S. Lewis; Posljednja Bitka / 
Art and science have their meeting point in method. (Paul Adrien Maurice Dirac) Those who are not shocked when they first come across quantum theory cannot possibly have understood it. (Niels Bohr) |
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