Autor: Merriam A. Grain
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Am I to blame?
Marty You forgot the shame. You chose guilt To have double time the fun You forgot respect Then what you got was paid-back And you still ask? Oh dear Marty, Live without consciousness. Having done nothing wrong. With the major sin of accepting none. Irrelevant it was? Ignore. Until you can’t.
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¿Qué es lo que le hace la IA a la confiabilidad del impreso?
Las consecuencias prácticas son que no tenemos que agonizar sobre la confiabilidad de un libro publicado antes de que lo pongamos en uso. No es necesaria una investigación para confirmar que el autor existe en efecto y que el texto está autorizado. La contratación de un espía literario que nos confirme que la casa editorial…
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Is communication overrated?
When communication nonetheless breaks down (as it sometimes does) we can pinpoint the error and make our language more specific: Yet another dark, oven-hot morning in yet another hotel bedroom, packing, dressing… and now I couldn’t find my sock. I opened the door of the wardrobe and said, ‘Have you seen my sock?’ ‘Shut it,’ she said. ‘I was…
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The whole cake
In whole For decompress Gobble up Starve before Think there’s nothing more And afterwards To a single comment Get mad and howl About your saintness Boring man I know you want more than one piece For cake is the thing you eat whole adding more without remorse But if the cake wants to fly free What’s your…
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¿Consideras que la narrativa existe fuera de la Historia?
El ambiente desconectado que Eisenstein exhibe no es accidental. En su trabajo, la imprenta misma existe fuera de la Historia. Se nos dice que la prensa es algo “sui generis”. Completamente fuera del alcance del análisis histórico. Su “cultura”, a su vez, no tiene un espacio ni un tiempo determinados. Es atemporal. THE NATURE OF THE BOOK. Print…
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Do you think too much? Just do it!
Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere. Start by getting something— anything—down on paper. A friend of mine says that the first draft is the down draft—you just get it down. The second draft is the up draft—you fix it up. You try to say what you have…
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Kilometre points
Travelled Death, She knows all Earth. The stricken by bombs fields, And the festooned trees with heads. Everywhere worth being, Bloody and unseemingly. Around places I’ve never been in, In which stains of innards sweep sanity. And I wonder how much discount Can one get in the name of reap.