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August Wilson
August Wilson

August Wilson was a renowned American playwright, born on April 27, 1945, and passed away on October 2, 2005. His works are known for their deep exploration of American black history in the 20th century, shedding light on racial, class, and social issues. more

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“I am suggesting is that the past, as we remember it, has little to do with causal or determining factos that have in some way made, or influenced, us as we are today. Rather, the remembered past provides us with the means to maintain, or validate, who we are today and to give focus and direction to who we might wish to become at some future point in time.”

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Book:Tales of Un-Knowing: Therapeutic Encounters from an Existential Perspective
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“I am suggesting is that the past, as we remember it, has little to do with causal or determining factors that have in some way made, or influenced, us as we are today. Rather, the remembered past provides us with the means to maintain, or validate, who we are today and to give focus and direction to who we might wish to become at some future point in time.”

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Book:Tales of Un-Knowing: Therapeutic Encounters from an Existential Perspective
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“منذ الـ67 والنقلة الأخيرة في الشطرنج العربي نقلة خاسرة! نقلة إلى الوراء. نقلة سلبية تنتكس بالمقدمات مهما كانت تلك المقدمات إيجابية. بعد معركة الكرامة التي خاضها الفلسطينيون والأردنيون معاً ضد العدو ذهبنا إلى أيلول ضد أنفسنا. بعد حرب الـ73 وعبور القناة ذهبنا إلى كامب ديفيد. بعد مناهضتنا لكامب ديفيد عرّبناها وعمّمناها وقبلنا ماهو أقل منها فائدة وأكثر منها فضيحة. بعد الإجتياح الإسرائيلي للبنان خرجت منظمة التحرير من الصمود البطولي إلى الإقتتال والإعتدال والتكيّف مع شروط أعدائها. بعد الإنتفاضة الشعبية على أرض فلسطين ذهبنا إلى أوسلو. دائما نتكيف مع شروط الأعداء. منذ الـ67 ونحن نتأقلم ونتكيّف!.”

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Book:رأيت رام الله
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“To walk is to lack a place. It is the indefinite process of being absent and in search of a proper. The moving about that the city mutliplies and concentrates makes the city itself an immense social experience of lacking a place -- an experience that is, to be sure, broken up into countless tiny deportations (displacements and walks), compensated for by the relationships and intersections of these exoduses that intertwine and create an urban fabric, and placed under the sign of what ought to be, ultimately, the place but is only a name, the City...a universe of rented spaces haunted by a nowhere or by dreamed-of places.”

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Book:The Practice of Everyday Life
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“Genius loci cannot be designed to order. It has to evolve, to be allowed to hapen, to grow and change from the direct efforts of those who live and work in places and care about them...No matter how sophisticated technical knowledge may be, the understanding of others' lives and problems will always be partial. Just as outsiders cannot feel their pain, so they cannot experience their sense of place. I believe, therefore, that it is impossible to make complete places in which other poeple can live. And, in a world dominated by international economic processes and global telecommunications, there can be no return to an environment of integrated and distinctive places.”

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Author:Edward Relph
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“Baru was Farrier's monument, his exemplar, his masterpiece. A degenerate child molded into a brilliant Imperial agent. A tribadist who, even when dispatched into rebel woods to consort with warrior duchesses, enforced her own chastity until the night before the end. A traitor who would voluntarily return to Falcrest, to her own repression and to Farrier's control. Because she believed she was a savant, a hard woman, someone who sacrificed what she must in order to do what was necessary. Someone who *had* to be alone. Behold the chains he placed on you. His law lived in Baru. Everything she accomplished was tainted by it. If I show you favor, woman, then you will die. And through that death I will progress. She wore an invisible mask: the laughing face of Cairdine Farrier, carved into the skull of her soul.”

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Book:The Tyrant Baru Cormorant
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