And I reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine



Goaded and harassed in the factory
That tears our life up into bits of days
Ticked off upon a clock which never stays,
Shredding our portion of Eternity,
We break away at last, and steal the key
Which hides a world empty of hours; ways
Of space unroll, and Heaven overlays
The leafy, sun-lit earth of Fantasy.

Beyond the ilex shadow glares the sun,
Scorching against the blue flame of the sky.
Brown lily-pads lie heavy and supine
Within a granite basin, under one
The bronze-gold glimmer of a carp; and I
Reach out my hand and pluck a nectarine.


The Matrix, Amy Lowell

AG2025AG2024_1122415aa2 projecting an end


ways of being inactive: rest, … and leisure (Aristotle)

Leisure was the form of inactivity appropriate to so-called free or active men, who were capable either of projecting the ends of their activity far ahead, or of acting solely for the pleasure of asserting their capacity for action.

a form of society where the generic activity of human beings – labour – has become an end in itself, rather than a mere means of survival (Marx, 1844 Manuscripts)

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