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“The South African artist William Kentridge speaks to this type of certainty: 'To say that one needs art, or politics, that incorporate ambiguity and contradiction is not to say that one then stops recognizing and condemning things as evil. However, it might stop one being so utterly convinced of the certainty of one's own solutions. There needs to be a strong understanding of fallibility and how the very act of certainty or authoritativeness can bring disasters.' The outcome of the current crisis is already determined.”

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Book:The Ticking Is the Bomb: A Memoir
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The Ticking Is the Bomb: A Memoir

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Nick Flynn
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Nick Flynn is an American writer born on January 26, 1960. His works are inspired by personal experiences and explore themes such as family, identity, and memory. Flynn's writing style is unique, with poetic language that resonates with readers. more

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