No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. →
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
I don’t have anything especially incisive to say about it but I was struck at the contrast between Colin Walker’s take on Seth Godin (“bands spend most of their time essentially ‘playing covers of their own work’”) and something I literally just read in Richard Sennett’s Building and Dwelling.
Were he or she to think, ‘At last! The Hammerklavier Sonata is just as it should be!’ why would the musician ever perform the piece again? A performer wants to keep playing, to hear the Hammerklavier always anew and so keep the music (and the musician) alive. In this sense, performance is an unfinishable art.