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“It's a bit like sympathetic magic in a way: the usual Western presumption that 'primitive' rituals mimic what they desire to achieve--that phallic objects might be believed to increase male potency and playacting rainfall might somehow bring it about. I am suspicious of such obvious connections and I suspect that the connections among things, people, and processes can be equally irrational. I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe--but just as irrational as sympathetic magic when looked at in a typically scientific way. I wouldn't be surprised if poetry--poetry in the broadest sense, in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes, and designs--is how the world works. The world isn't logical, it's a song.”

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Bicycle Diaries

In this travelogue, the author recounts his extensive bicycle journey across multiple countries. The narrative provides a vivid account of the author's experiences, highlighting the cultural nuances and natural beauty of the destinations visited. more

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David Byrne
David Byrne

David Byrne, born on May 14, 1952, is an American musician, singer, songwriter, and visual artist. He is known for his unique musical style and innovative contributions to music, art, and culture. Byrne is a founding member of the iconic band Talking Heads, which achieved significant success in the 1980s and early 1990s. Beyond his musical career, Byrne has ventured into film, dance, and visual arts as well. more

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