FACTS

I am not a fact man no surprise. I feel I dont have to be because other people have that covered. I could be and am when necessary but it's a boring role for me to play and increasingly redundant. I am very impressed and appreciative of fact people. I'm glad they have that area of work covered off and good luck to them, its thankless and endless. those conscientious types who allow the rest of us to fuck about on top of the structure theyve built, really grateful.
 
dissensus is full of facts people patronising me. ha look at this stupid lyrical irish cunt grasping at the facts. thats the way of it isnt it! thats what you see
 

luka

Well-known member
Before the petrol engine around 26% of agricultural land was devoted to growing food for horses
 

DannyL

Wild Horses
I am not a fact man no surprise. I feel I dont have to be because other people have that covered. I could be and am when necessary but it's a boring role for me to play and increasingly redundant. I am very impressed and appreciative of fact people. I'm glad they have that area of work covered off and good luck to them, its thankless and endless. those conscientious types who allow the rest of us to fuck about on top of the structure theyve built, really grateful.
Your posts on psychedelics in that thread are rooted in facts and experience and the better for it in my view
 
Thanks Danny. I am occupying a role a little in that bit you’ve quoted, which is part of it all too, not playing it straight cos you can learn more that way and get better reactions in conversation
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
A work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line. And art itself may be defined as a single-minded attempt to render the highest kind of justice to the visible universe, by bringing to light the truth, manifold and one, underlying its every aspect. It is an attempt to find in its forms, in its colours, in its light, in its shadows, in the aspects of matter and in the facts of life what of each is fundamental, what is enduring and essential—their one illuminating and convincing quality—the very truth of their existence. The artist, then, like the thinker or the scientist, seeks the truth and makes his appeal. Impressed by the aspect of the world the thinker plunges into ideas, the scientist into facts—whence, presently, emerging they make their appeal to those qualities of our being that fit us best for the hazardous enterprise of living. They speak authoritatively to our common-sense, to our intelligence, to our desire of peace or to our desire of unrest; not seldom to our prejudices, sometimes to our fears, often to our egoism—but always to our credulity. And their words are heard with reverence, for their concern is with weighty matters: with the cultivation of our minds and the proper care of our bodies, with the attainment of our ambitions, with the perfection of the means and the glorification of our precious aims.

It is otherwise with the artist.

Confronted by the same enigmatical spectacle the artist descends within himself, and in that lonely region of stress and strife, if he be deserving and fortunate, he finds the terms of his appeal. His appeal is made to our less obvious capacities: to that part of our nature which, because of the warlike conditions of existence, is necessarily kept out of sight within the more resisting and hard qualities—like the vulnerable body within a steel armour. His appeal is less loud, more profound, less distinct, more stirring—and sooner forgotten. Yet its effect endures forever.
The changing wisdom of successive generations discards ideas, questions facts, demolishes theories. But the artist appeals to that part of our being which is not dependent on wisdom; to that in us which is a gift and not an acquisition—and, therefore, more permanently enduring. He speaks to our capacity for delight and wonder, to the sense of mystery surrounding our lives; to our sense of pity, and beauty, and pain; to the latent feeling of fellowship with all creation—and to the subtle but invincible conviction of solidarity that knits together the loneliness of innumerable hearts, to the solidarity in dreams, in joy, in sorrow, in aspirations, in illusions, in hope, in fear, which binds men to each other, which binds together all humanity—the dead to the living and the living to the unborn.

 
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luka

Well-known member
ive always hated facts but over the last few years ive felt an ever increasing repugnance for ideas. im now very anti-ideas also. i think it is because of how arbitrary they are.
 

Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
ive always hated facts but over the last few years ive felt an ever increasing repugnance for ideas. im now very anti-ideas also. i think it is because of how arbitrary they are.
That's actually a really good idea.
 

luka

Well-known member
I'm against knowledge now too. Facts, ideas and knowledge, I've developed a very vicious attitude towards all these things
 
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