<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Speculative Non-Buddhism]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[http://speculativenonbuddhism.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[Glenn Wallis]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://speculativenonbuddhism.com/author/gwallis1/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Before You Read]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p style="text-align:left;"><strong><a href="https://speculativenonbuddhism.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/banksy2.jpg"><img data-attachment-id="1929" data-permalink="https://speculativenonbuddhism.com/before-you-read/banksy2/" data-orig-file="https://speculativenonbuddhism.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/banksy2.jpg" data-orig-size="721,531" data-comments-opened="0" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="Banksy2" data-image-description="" data-medium-file="https://speculativenonbuddhism.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/banksy2.jpg?w=300" data-large-file="https://speculativenonbuddhism.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/banksy2.jpg?w=721" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-1929" src="https://speculativenonbuddhism.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/banksy2.jpg?w=300&#038;h=219" alt="Banksy2"   /></a></strong>&#8211;Bansky</p>
<p>Exuberance is beauty. —William Blake</p>
<p>All authentic reading is in its own way violent, or it is nothing but the mildness of paraphrase. —Pierre Macherey</p>
<p>Plain speech is essentially inaccurate. It is only by new metaphors that it can be made precise. —T.E. Hulme</p>
<p>What got me by during that period was conceiving of the history of philosophy as a kind of ass-fuck, or, what amounts to the same thing, an immaculate conception. I imagined myself approaching an author from behind and giving him a child that would indeed be his but would nonetheless be monstrous. —Gilles Deleuze</p>
<p>What is the good of passing from one untenable position to another, of seeking justification always on the same plane? —Samuel Beckett</p>
<p>Find more pleasure in intelligent dissent than in passive agreement, for, if you value intelligence as you should, the former implies a deeper agreement than the latter.<br />
—Bertrand Russell</p>
<p><em>Not suitable as a party member:</em>Whoever thinks much is not suitable as a party member: he soon thinks himself right out of the party. —Friedrich Nietzsche</p>
<p>The good teacher imparts a satisfying explanation. The great teacher unsettles, bequeaths disquiet, invites argument. —Richard Sennett</p>
<p>Nothing is so difficult as not deceiving oneself. —Ludwig Wittgenstein</p>
<p>A text is not a text unless it hides from the first comer, from the first glance, the law of its composition and the rules of its game. —Jacques Derrida, <em>Plato’s Pharmacy</em></p>
<p>Ask yourself, “what is the truth,” and your Buddhism will be a series of platitudes. Ask yourself, “what are the lies,” and …? —GW</p>
<p>All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar’s teeth. —Antonin Artaud</p>
<p>Exposure, not protection. Evocation, not indication. —GW</p>
<p>You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete. —Buckminster Fuller</p>
<p>[<em>Contra</em>:] The most dangerous party member.—In every party there is one who, through his all-too credulous avowal of the party’s principles, incites the others to apostasy. —Friedrich Nietzsche</p>
<p>[<em>Pro</em>:] The most dangerous follower. —The most dangerous follower is he whose defection would destroy the whole party: that is to say, the best follower. —Friedrich Nietzsche</p>
<p>A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window. ―Brian Massumi, &#8220;Translator&#8217;s Foreword: Pleasure of Philosophy,&#8221;<em> A Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia</em></p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know any form that doesn&#8217;t shit on being in the most unbearable manner. ―Samuel Beckett<br />
<em><br />
The universe is designed to erase your name. Thus:</em></p>
<blockquote><p>In Euripides’s time, the Greeks never wrote obituaries. They posed only one question: did the dead person have a passion? —Camelia Elias</p>
<p>Our actions dwell in darkness—if they lack song. And I know of only one way to hold a mirror up to those deeds: if, through the presence of memory, we find a recompense for our lives in glorious song. —Pindar, paraphrase</p></blockquote>
<p>Now one hanged man kicks at the end of his rope<br />
in another little attack of hope. —Paul Muldoon</p>
<p>It is too late for arguments. —GW</p>
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