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#30in30 RED ROOM  POETRY MONTH  AUGUST    NAKED AMBITION  MORNINGS ♾️ RIVULETS OF LIGHT  LA PETITE MORT ❤️ Philosophical Depths: Ego Death In philosophy and literature, the phrase transcends the physical act to describe a temporary shattering of the human ego. The Fragmented Self : French psychoanalyst  Jacques Lacan  explored how the experience disrupts the ego, causing a momentary loss of subjective identity. Eros and Thanatos : Philosopher  Sigmund Freud  famously paired the life drive (Eros) with the death drive ( Thanatos ), viewing the peak of desire as a brief surrender to nothingness. The Sublime : Romantic thinkers linked the sensation to the sublime, where overwhelming beauty or pleasure induces a terrifying yet ecstatic loss of control. Bataille's Transgression : Thinker  Georges Bataille  argued that this "little death" bridges the gap between isolated individuals, merging them into a brief, continuous cosmic exist...

I want to remind us all that art is dangerous. I want to remind you of the history of artists who have been murdered, slaughtered, imprisoned...  The history of art...has always been bloody, because dictators and people in office and people who want to control and deceive know exactly the people who will disturb their plans. And those people are artists. - Toni Morrison   via MAC & cheese! 🧀  all the best # AFP 🙏 AFP 🔥 WELL, COME HOME CREATOR 🙏 MAESTRO MAGIC, CLICHED AF BUT FUN!  LAST DRINKS, GENTLE MAN 🎶 THE WRENS NEST      DUBLIN PUB  Chapelizod / Strawberry Beds  

  WELCOME EVERYONE ☕️ @ AUTUMN ROOMS   “Brother’s Keeper” By Glen Hansard  2018 First of October The summers over The leaves are falling All around my door The midnight walking Early morning talking Can't you hear us whispering? Walking walks your floor Walking on your floor   Well, I’m going deeper My brother's keeper I'm looking out for him The best I can He’s getting older The year is colder Got to lean a little closer now And hear what he's saying Hear what he's saying We'll go out rambling All through the brambling Long shadows falling Far out ahead The rose hips have grown now The year is in slowdown Your long hair and long dress Let them fall for me Let them fall for me And will you wait for me to come home? Will you wait for me? Brother, put that weight on me Brother, put that weight on me AUTUMN ROOMS 🍂  “BROTHERS KEEPER” My Favourite Glen Song  #seasons 💔 #dadirri  🖤💛♥️ Life’s Infinite Paradox   Cycles, seasons, freedoms A gentle for...

A  seething frustration   breaks the tepid mold, Where beige machines and iron grips  have grown predictably cold. For decades locked in cloistered halls,  the faction bosses swore That silent, stale conformity  would rule the caucus floor. But deep within the grassroots soil, a quiet  ferment  churns, As voter trust in corporate blocks   explicitly overturns. No longer content to sit aside  and watch the dark descend, An independent,  fierce resolve begins to apprehend. They rise to  foment  courage  where the cookie-cutters quail, Intelligent, divine feminine voices striking at the stale. Like Hannah Ferguson ,  they speak with razor-sharp intent, Refusing scripts, ignoring threats,  bypassing party room consent. Their steady  voice  becomes a chord  that echoes through the night, To  provoke  the sleeping backbenchers  and drag them to the light. They  instigate  a bra...