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“You may think of myths as worlds of light sabers, rings of power, and enchanted spells. Hip-Hop is also a mythical place. A place free from strangling bonds of racism, sexism and bigotry. A place where the only currency is your skills with a mic, a turntable, or a drum machine. Hip-Hop is filled with faraway lands populated by dragons, wizards and knights - places like Marcy Projects, 5th Ward, Compton, Shaolin and Strong Island. Our knights are MC's, B-Boys, B-Girls, DJs, producers and graf artists.”

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Book:Ten Years Fresh: The Story Of The Brooklyn Hip-Hop Festival
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Wes Jackson is an outstanding figure in an unknown field, born on January 1, 1936. His life experience, achievements, and contributions have not been well documented. more

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“О музыке. Те, кто долго жил среди пидарасов, говорят, что они втайне стыдятся своего греха и стараются поразить всякими фокусами. Думают про себя так: «Да, я пидарас. Так уж вышло — что теперь делать… Но может быть, я гениальный пидарас! Вдруг я напишу удивительную музыку! Разве посмеют плохо говорить о гениальном музыканте…» И поэтому все время стараются придумать новую музыку, чтобы не стыдно было и дальше харить друг друга в дупло. И если б делали тихо, в специальном обитом пробкой месте, то всем было бы так же безразлично, как и то, что долбятся в сраку. Но их музыку приходится слушать каждый день, ибо заводят ее повсеместно. И потому не слышим ни ветра, ни моря, ни шороха листьев, ни пения птиц. А только один и тот же пустой и мертвый звук, которым хотят удивить, запуская его в небо под разными углами. Бывает, правда, что у пидарасов ломается музыкальная установка. В такие минуты спеши слушать тишину.”

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Book:S. N. U. F. F.
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“With his Don Juan Mozart enters the little immortal circle of those whose names, whose works, time will not forget, because eternity remembers them. And though it is a matter of indifference, when one has found entrance there, whether one stands highest or lowest, because in a certain sense all stand equally high, since all stand infinitely high, and though it is childish to dispute over the first and the last place here, as it is when children quarrel about the order assigned to them in the church at confirmation, I am still too much of a child, or rather I am like a young girl in love with Mozart, and I must have him in first place, cost what it may. And I will appeal to the parish clerk and to the priest and to the dean and to the bishop and to the whole consistory, and I will implore and adjure them to hear my prayer, and I will invoke the whole congregation on this matter, and if they refuse to hear me, if they refuse to grant my childish wish, I excommunicate myself, and renounce all fellowship with their modes of thought; and I will form a sect which not only gives Mozart first place, but which absolutely refuses to recognize any artist other than Mozart; and I shall beg Mozart to forgive me, because his music did not inspire me to great deeds, but turned me into a fool, who lost through him the little reason I had, and spent most of my time in quiet sadness humming what I do not understand, haunting like a specter day and night what I am not permitted to enter. Immortal Mozart! Thou, to whom I owe everything; to whom I owe the loss of my reason, the wonder that caused my soul to tremble, the fear that gripped my inmost being; thou, to whom I owe it that I did not pass through life without having been stirred by something. Thou, to whom I offer thanks that I did not die without having loved, even though my love became unhappy. Is it strange then that I should be more concerned for Mozart's glorification than for the happiest moment of my life, more jealous for his immortality than for my own existence? Aye, if he were taken away, if his name were erased from the memory of men, then would the last pillar be overthrown, which for me has kept everything from being hurled together into boundless chaos, into fearful nothingness.”

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Author:Kierkegaard
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