Monday, July 4, 2016

The most despondent songs are the most beautiful,
And I know some immortal ones that are pure sobs.
-- Alfred de Musset, 'La Nuit de Mai'

Saturday, July 2, 2016

We shall pray no more.
Our revolt rises like the cry of the storm bird above
the rotten clicking of the swamps.
We shall no longer sing our sad and despairing spirituals.
Another song shall surge from our throats,
And we shall unfurl our red flags,
Stained with the blood of our just.
Under this sign we are marching
Stand up, ye wretched of the earth.
Stand up, ye convicts of hunger.



-- Jacques Roumain, New Negro Sermon

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Hazlitt on democracy

William Hazlitt on democracy:

What is the People? And who are you that ask the question? One of the people. And yet you would be something! Then you would not have the People nothing. For what is the People? Millions of men, like you, with hearts beating in their bosoms, with thought stirring in their minds, with the blood circulating in their veins, with wants and appetites, and passions and anxious cares, and busy purposes and affections for others and a respect for themselves, and a desire of happiness, and a right to freedom, and a will to be free. And yet you would tear out the might heart of a nation, and lay it bare and bleeding at the foot of despotism: you would slay the mind of a country to fill up the void with the old, obscene, driveling prejudices of superstition and tyranny: you would tread out the eye of liberty (the light of nations) like a vile jelly, that mankind may be led about darkling to its endless drudgery, like the Hebrew Samson (shorn of his strength and blind) by his insulting taskmasters.


Nica's dream - Wes Montgomery 1965. - YouTube

Nica's dream - Wes Montgomery 1965. - YouTube



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