If any of you still use this site: I’ll be posting at gymnopod.com from now on, so come visit sometime.
Miss you, probably.
-Ben (formerly virens, phantomfarm, William Robin, erasmusoxley, Bingo Rifle, Jonah and others that I can’t remember, probably)
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“But whether the visage we assume be a joyful or a sad one, in adopting
and emphasizing it we define our sovereign temper. Hence-
forth, so long as we continue under the spell of this self-
knowledge, we do not merely live but act ; we compose
and play our chosen character, we wear the buskin of
deliberation, we defend and idealize our passions, we
encourage ourselves eloquently to be what we are, devoted
or scornful or careless or austere ; we soliloquize (before
an imaginary audience) and we wrap ourselves gracefully
in the mantle of our inalienable part. So draped, we
solicit applause and expect to die amid a universal hush.
We profess to live up to the fine sentiments we have
uttered, as we try to believe in the religion we profess.
The greater our difficulties the greater our zeal. Under
our published principles and plighted language we must
assiduously hide all the inequalities of our moods and
conduct, and this without hypocrisy, since our deliberate
character is more truly ourself than is the flux of our
involuntary dreams. The portrait we paint in this way
and exhibit as our true person may well be in the grand
manner, with column and curtain and distant landscape
and finger pointing to the terrestrial globe or to the Yorick-
skull of philosophy ; but if this style is native to us and
our art is vital, the more it transmutes its model the
deeper and truer art it will be. The severe bust of an
archaic sculpture, scarcely humanizing the block, will
express a spirit far more justly than the man’s dull morning
looks or casual grimaces. Every one who is sure of his
mind, or proud of his office, or anxious about his duty
assumes a tragic mask. He deputes it to be himself and
transfers to it almost all his vanity. While still alive
and subject, like all existing things, to the undermining
flux of his own substance, he has crystallized his soul
into an idea, and more in pride than in sorrow he has
offered up his life on the altar of the Muses. Self-knowledge,
like any art or science, renders its subject-matter in a new
medium, the medium of ideas, in which it loses its old
dimensions and its old pace. Our animal habits are trans-
muted by conscience into loyalties and duties, and we
become “persons” or masks.”
-Santayana
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Listen/purchase: A Shepherds Bumfit by Floral
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Listen/purchase: Chinatown (demo) by girlpool
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