“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Monday, April 7, 2025
Quilting with Deleuze and Guattari
On the Movement between Modern and Meta-Modern Societies
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Try walking as anon for a change
Gotcha. Try figuring out who the "anon" is. i didn't realize it was you. I should have known though. Sorry.
Nevermind.
That is not bothersome, just different experience. ;-p
Nothing to be sorry about.
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