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" in life some of us were hermit philosophers some of us joined the youth in marches in theory we left our mark in moving sand we walked a barren wasteland like you, we saw the world crumbling but when others despaired bereft of hope averted their eyes from what humans had done we gazed far into the abyss we did not hate, we theorized like you, we saw the world evolve but when aged paradigms failed as ideas of old were led astray as all succumbed to chaotic change and people turned to masses we critically advised we spoke of the era of the spectacle now we are gone who will stand strong with feet on the ground with eyes looking down against all shouldered giants? "
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
letter from frankfurt
" in life some of us were hermit philosophers some of us joined the youth in marches in theory we left our mark in moving sand we walked a barren wasteland like you, we saw the world crumbling but when others despaired bereft of hope averted their eyes from what humans had done we gazed far into the abyss we did not hate, we theorized like you, we saw the world evolve but when aged paradigms failed as ideas of old were led astray as all succumbed to chaotic change and people turned to masses we critically advised we spoke of the era of the spectacle now we are gone who will stand strong with feet on the ground with eyes looking down against all shouldered giants? "
I'm reading critical theory in my free time
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
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