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Regine Ramseier, a German artist, had the great idea to created a ‘Dandelion Ceiling.’ 2000 dandelion flowers were treated and sprayed with a gentle adhesive to fix them. The dandelions were then transported by car to a little white room where they were hung.
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The Fog of War (2001)Robert McNamara: I'm not so naive or simplistic to believe we can eliminate war. We're not going to change human nature any time soon. It isn't that we aren't rational. We are rational. But reason has limits. There's a quote from T.S. Eliot that I just love: "We shall not cease from exploring, and at the end of our exploration, we will return to where we started, and know the place for the first time." Now that's in a sense where I'm beginning to be.
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Amidst the glam rock and disco hysteria of the 1970s, Joy Division frontman Ian Curtis was a stark utilitarian. The image of a sweated shirt and haunting, static stare, caught in a moment of frenetic onstage convulsion, is representative of the singer’s passionate yet troubled existence, which spanned only 23 years. While his mind was manic and intense, Curtis adopted an austerity in his clothing: dress shirts with pockets on both breasts, simple suit trousers and polished brogues. A grey overcoat with an upturned collar, accessorised by a cigarette. He shunned colour, wearing primarily monotone shades. In Walk of Shame (1978) he speaks of “wearing the shame of all their crimes”. Hyped on The Sex Pistols and Bowie, Curtis was obsessed by music and escapism. He also demonstrated an intense fascination with the Nazi regime and the concept of suffering. The name Joy Division, formerly Warsaw, derived from the prostitute wing in the Auschwitz concentration camps. Future artwork for Joy Division would reflect Hitler Youth and he insisted that the German national anthem played at his wedding.“Curtis adopted an austerity in his clothing: dress shirts with pockets on both breasts, simple suit trousers and polished brogues”Even during an epileptic fit, Ian remained stiff; militaristically poised in the midst of a writhing contortion. There was routine within his clothing. He adopted a regimental stance, which was imitated by his idolising fans who swarmed in over-coated droves and matching angular haircuts. Curtis’s own loyal army. His chilling lyrics pulled from the darkest corners of literature. His lyrical confessions portrayed anguish and resignation: “They keep calling me” (Dead Souls, 1979) and the iconic Love Will Tear Us Apart (1980). He frequently tore apart his clothing: his wife Deborah recalls an early performance where he smashed a beer bottle onstage and consequently cut his leather trousers to shreds. Prior to adopting his utilitarian image, he dabbled in punk; he bought a khaki jacket and wrote the word “HATE” across the back in orange paint. Deborah’s parents were initially wary: “it had been the earrings, the sunglasses worn in the dark and the Marlboro smoke that bothered them.” While the world revered him, Curtis himself remained alienated and disparate. Torn between first love and illicit love, haunted by depression and tormented by his epilepsy, he sunk into his own isolated world of madness. Curtis lost his inner battle and took his own life on May 18th 1980, on the night of what should have been Joy Division’s first US tour date. He was found hanging from a washing line rope in his living room in Macclesfield, Iggy Pop’s The Idiot on play. Text by Mhairi Graham | Photographs © Kevin Cummins.
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I love you more than Ron Paul fans love pot
I love you more than Newt Gingrich loves Newt Gingrich.
I love you more than Rick Santorum hates gays.
I love you more than Mitt Romney is unsure about what he loves. besides money.
I love you more than Herman Cain loves Pokemon.
I love you more than Michele Bachman’s husband loves men.
I love you more than Rick Perry loves the taste of his foot.
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There’s no time to go through it, but the Cold War history essentially follows this pattern. The Cold War was a kind of a tacit compact between the superpower and the smaller power, the United States and Russia. The compact was that the United States would be free to carry out violence and terror and atrocities with few limits in its own domains, and the Russians would be able to run their own dungeon without too much US interference. So the Cold War in effect was a war of the United States against the Third World, and of Russia against its much smaller domains in Eastern Europe. And the events of the Cold War illustrate that. Each great power used the other’s threats as a pretext for repression and violence and destruction, the United States way more than Russia if you look at the record, reflecting their relative power. But that’s essentially the picture. In fact, for the United States, the Cold War was basically a war against independent nationalism in the Third World — what was called “radical nationalism.” “Radical” means “doesn’t follow orders.” So, there’s this constant struggle against radical nationalism, and in particular, the leading thesis all the way through is that even the smallest place if it becomes independent is a serious danger. It’s what Henry Kissinger called a virus that might infect others. Like, even a tiny place — Grenada, or something. If it has successful independent development, others might get the idea that we can follow, the rot will spread as Acheson put it. So you’ve got to stamp it out right at the source. It’s not a novel idea. Any mafia don will explain it to you. The Godfather does not tolerate it when some small storekeeper doesn’t pay protection money. Not that he needs the money. But it’s a bad idea. Others might get the idea. And in particular small, weak countries have to be — we have to crush them with particular violence because there it’s easy. Nobody can stop you. And others get the point. That’s a large part of international affairs right to the present. by: Noam Chomsky, Modern-Day American Imperialism: Middle East and Beyond (via fyeahnoamchomsky)
