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When you tune into your soul essence and are in harmony with the Supreme, you are tapped into your superpowers.Sharon Kirstin
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Every page should explode, either because of its staggering absurdity, the enthusiasm of its principles, or its typography.Tristan Tzara
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Tensurrealism creates actual and non-compromised reality, jamboree, fervor, fascination, poetics of an active enthusiasm, interludium, lyrical practice, active happiness.Lepota L. Cosmo
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Facts produce structures, objects are lyrical realities.Lepota L. Cosmo
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We sing lyrical excess, exacerbated expressionism, imponed objectivity, inventiveness, meta-baroque, extravaganza, super metaphor, sublimity, strident, exposure, super-pone, noise, super-objectivity, zillionism, fragmentation and aesthetics of facts, suractivism.Lepota L. Cosmo
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Why can't a tree be called Pluplusch?Hugo Ball
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As the flesh gets in the way of our ideals, we regulate ourselves unto enslavement and inhumanity. The human spirit then dies and the animal in us returns.Earl Warhus
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Your love is the platform for my passion manifesto.Amanda Mosher
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If you can't do it, don't pledge to do it. Don't be a liar; say only what you can do. It's better for you to have a "single sentence" manifesto about your life which is fulfilled than to have 25 chapters' theories about your visions that remain undone!Israelmore Ayivor
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In His manifesto, Jesus promised to send the Holy Spirit of God to us when He ascended into the Kingdom above. He fulfilled this mission. Mission accomplished! Great people make plans and promises that they yearn to fulfill. Keep your eyes on the goals you set to accomplish; let them be done as planned!Israelmore Ayivor
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I WANT her though, to take the same from me. She touches me as if I were herself, her own. She has not realized yet, that fearful thing, that I am the other, she thinks we are all of one piece. It is painfully untrue. I want her to touch me at last, ah, on the root andquick of my darknessand perish on me, as I have perished on her. Then, we shall be two and distinct, we shall haveeach our separate being. And that will be pure existence, real liberty. Till then, we are confused, a mixture, unresolved, unextricated one from the other. It is in pure, unutterable resolvedness, distinctionof being, that one is free, not in mixing, merging, not in similarity. When she has put her hand on my secret, darkestsources, the darkest outgoings, when it has struck home to her, like a death, "this is _him! _"she has no part in it, no part whatever, it is the terrible _other_, when she knows the fearful _other flesh_, ah, dark-ness unfathomable and fearful, contiguous and concrete, when she is slain against me, and lies in a heaplike one outside the house, when she passes away as I have passed awaybeing pressed up against the _other_, then I shall be glad, I shall not be confused with her, I shall be cleared, distinct, single as if burnished in silver, having no adherence, no adhesion anywhere, one clear, burnished, isolated being, unique, and she also, pure, isolated, complete, two of us, unutterably distinguished, and in unutterable conjunction. Then we shall be free, freer than angels, ah, perfect. V I I I A F T E R that, there will only remain that all mendetach themselves and become unique, that we are all detached, moving in freedom morethan the angels, conditioned only by our own pure single being, having no laws but the laws of our own being. Every human being will then be like a flower, untrammelled. Every movement will be direct. Only to be will be such delight, we cover our faceswhen we think of itlest our faces betray us to some untimely fiend. Every man himself, and therefore, a surpassingsingleness of mankind. The blazing tiger will spring upon the deer, un-dimmed, the hen will nestle over her chickens, we shall love, we shall hate, but it will be like music, sheer utterance, issuing straight out of the unknown, the lightning and the rainbow appearing in usunbidden, unchecked, like ambassadors. We shall not look before and after. We shall _be_, _now_.We shall know in full. We, the mystic NOW.(From the poem the Manifesto) .D.h. Lawrence
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She spoke about it with such emphasis (somewhat affected) that I could see at once that I was hearing the manifesto of her generation. Every generation has its own set of passions, loves, and interests, which it professes with a certain tenacity, to differentiate it from older generations and to confirm itself in its uniqueness. Submitting to a generation mentality (to this pride of the herd) has always repelled me. After Miss Broz had developed her provocative argument (I've now heard it at least fifty times from people her age) that all mankind is divided into those who give hitchhikers lifts (human people who love adventure) and those who don't (inhuman people who fear life), I jokingly called her a "dogmatist of the hitch." She answered sharply that she was neither dogmatist nor revisionist nor sectarian nor deviationist, that those were all words of ours, that we had invented them, that they belonged to us, and that they were completely alien to them. .Milan Kundera