luka

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He justified his coke use on these grounds. He got it off a friend of his. He thought for a while he could predict your neuroses based on your nose shape.
 

catalog

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the main point seems pretty easy to take on: the nose warms air, cleanses it of impurities. the mouth doesn't do that
 

luka

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But here is no miracle cure for life. Breathing through your nose won't make life tolerable. Nothing will. Life is unsatisfactory inherently. There is no miracle cure.
 

luka

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My point is that people who get neurotic about nose breathing are like food faddists or exercise freaks. They are looking for a miracle cure. And there isn't one. You have to get used to hating your life.
 

catalog

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My point is that people who get neurotic about nose breathing are like food faddists or exercise freaks. They are looking for a miracle cure. And there isn't one. You have to get used to hating your life.
well yes, i agree with that. you mean it's like your yoga with adrienne phase?
 

catalog

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i agree with that but it's a bit postmodern, it doesn't help things to say "fuck it" all the time. but the new-age type stuff, whether its yoga, forest bathing, nose breathing whatever, the industry sort of runs on that. that is important to it. that no one can do it all AND it doesn't actually do owt for you and someone else can smoke 50 a day and live to 90 very happily, or whatever
 

catalog

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As well as the breath book, which I've had to put down cos it was getting too much, I've got on the go:

Hurricane season by fernanda melchior. It's one of those blue fitzcaraldo edition ones, Mexican writer I think. Lots of long sentences like bolano or thayil, about how things go wrong in an outpost village once the local witch(edit) is murdered. Very purple prose.

Undead uprising, just started it last night. The John Cussans book about voodoo, zombies etc.

On my "to read" pile:

Bill drummonds ratio book zine.

Another zine by Sean b Campbell aka fortress crookedjaw from black mecha/wold. Its in that weird gothic style lettering and is all about his magic system. Yikes.
 
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jenks

thread death
I liked the Melchior - it got progressively weirder and more interesting. Kind of Firzcarraldo at its best.
 

martin

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Was sorting out books to chuck or give to Sue Ryder (can’t be fucked with all the hassle of eBay for £2-3) and came across “The Floodgates of Anarchy” by Stuart Christie and Albert Meltzer. Christie was a barrowboy who got banged up for trying to blow up Franco; he passed away last year. Meltzer was a boxer from Hackney who ended up stuffing his ears with a black and red scarf during a Whitehouse gig at the Centro Iberico (a squatted school in West London, set up by exiled Spanish anarchists). How did we go from such cool to the fucking cringe that’s Portland Antifa?

Anyway, this is a good book, if not perfect (what is?). “The great are only great because we are on our knees” – anarchos always had snappier quotes than the commies, and there’s no boring stuff about ‘praxis’ or dialectics. I howled laughing at the chapter with the pie charts (which I’d always skipped before) – were they being serious or having a laugh? Guess we can’t ask them now. If you read it, you might see what I mean. Still the closest I’ve come to a political philosophy I’m down with. Also, contra 1,000,000 people on the internet, those quotes on the back of the Clash’s ‘White Riot’ 7” are from this book, NOT “Society of the Spectacle”.

Also read “Timon of Athens” by Shakespeare (citation needed). Wow, when Timon gets shafted by his fake mates, he doesn’t hold back. Check this out:

Plagues incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Athens, ripe for stroke. Thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners. Lust and liberty,
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive
And drown themselves in riot. Itches, blains,
Sow all th' Athenian bosoms, and their crop
Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath,
That their society, as their friendship, may
Be merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee
But nakedness, thou detestable town!



Imagine if he’d watched the bogroll panic buyers last year. He also tells a prostitute he hopes a horse shits over her face – but this play’s much bleaker than I’m making out. I enjoyed it, any road, but I’m a bit of a Diogenes fan. Hard to find much detailed info on this, some have questioned whether it was even performed in his time.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
My point is that people who get neurotic about nose breathing are like food faddists or exercise freaks. They are looking for a miracle cure. And there isn't one. You have to get used to hating your life.
Yeah and the opposite is also true; there are millions of people who breathe through their mouth all the time and who are perfectly healthy and happy - how bad can it be?
 

mixed_biscuits

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Was sorting out books to chuck or give to Sue Ryder (can’t be fucked with all the hassle of eBay for £2-3) and came across “The Floodgates of Anarchy” by Stuart Christie and Albert Meltzer. Christie was a barrowboy who got banged up for trying to blow up Franco; he passed away last year. Meltzer was a boxer from Hackney who ended up stuffing his ears with a black and red scarf during a Whitehouse gig at the Centro Iberico (a squatted school in West London, set up by exiled Spanish anarchists). How did we go from such cool to the fucking cringe that’s Portland Antifa?

Anyway, this is a good book, if not perfect (what is?). “The great are only great because we are on our knees” – anarchos always had snappier quotes than the commies, and there’s no boring stuff about ‘praxis’ or dialectics. I howled laughing at the chapter with the pie charts (which I’d always skipped before) – were they being serious or having a laugh? Guess we can’t ask them now. If you read it, you might see what I mean. Still the closest I’ve come to a political philosophy I’m down with. Also, contra 1,000,000 people on the internet, those quotes on the back of the Clash’s ‘White Riot’ 7” are from this book, NOT “Society of the Spectacle”.

Also read “Timon of Athens” by Shakespeare (citation needed). Wow, when Timon gets shafted by his fake mates, he doesn’t hold back. Check this out:

Plagues incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Athens, ripe for stroke. Thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners. Lust and liberty,
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
That 'gainst the stream of virtue they may strive
And drown themselves in riot. Itches, blains,
Sow all th' Athenian bosoms, and their crop
Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath,
That their society, as their friendship, may
Be merely poison! Nothing I'll bear from thee
But nakedness, thou detestable town!



Imagine if he’d watched the bogroll panic buyers last year. He also tells a prostitute he hopes a horse shits over her face – but this play’s much bleaker than I’m making out. I enjoyed it, any road, but I’m a bit of a Diogenes fan. Hard to find much detailed info on this, some have questioned whether it was even performed in his time.
 
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