Utilitarian Quotes

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business-toil-is-merely-utilitarian-it-is-necessary-but-does-not-enrich-ennoble-human-life-aristotle
i-am-bike-enthusiast-theres-certain-amount-romance-to-bikes-theyre-both-beautiful-utilitarian
i-am-not-one-these-people-who-spend-ton-time-in-front-on-my-computer-i-see-it-as-utilitarian
i-prefer-clean-silhouettes-that-are-almost-utilitarian-but-im-not-afraid-to-take-risks-on-red-carpet-either
to-do-as-one-would-be-done-by-to-love-ones-neighbour-as-oneself-constitute-ideal-perfection-utilitarian-morality-john-stuart-mill
universities-are-cathedrals-modern-age-they-shouldnt-have-to-justify-their-existence-by-utilitarian-criteria-david-lodge
in-utilitarian-age-all-other-times-it-is-matter-grave-importance-that-fairy-tales-should-be-respected-charles-dickens
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men-become-utilitarian-out-fear-alternative-chaos-tangled-tepid-desires-rootlessness-boredom-john-carroll
im-utilitarian-i-dont-see-rule-against-lying-as-absolute-its-always-subject-to-some-overriding-utility-which-may-prevent-its-exercise-peter-singer
a-remarkable-feature-humanitarian-movement-on-both-its-sentimental-utilitarian-sides-has-been-its-preoccupation-with-lot-masses-irving-babbitt
the-only-constant-in-soul-man-is-inconstancy-anything-everything-else-can-pass-out-fashioneven-something-as-utilitarian-as-hill-stuffed-full-scott-lynch
cloud-flower-are-much-egocentric-about-my-own-expression-flow-is-more-utilitarian-journey-is-more-about-collaboration-between-various-creative-voices-in-team
science-is-literature-god-written-on-stars-trees-rocks-more-important-because-its-marked-utilitarian-character-james-a-garfield
in-utilitarian-age-all-other-times-it-is-matter-grave-importance-that-fairy-tales-should-be-respected-frauds-on-fairies-1853-charles-dickens
for-us-africans-literature-must-serve-purpose-to-expose-embarrass-fight-corruption-authoritarianism-it-is-understandable-why-african-artist-is-ama-ata-aidoo
the-skyscrapers-began-to-rise-again-frailly-massive-elegantly-utilitarian-images-in-their-grace-audacity-inconclusiveness-whole-character-people-malcolm-muggeridge
if-i-live-to-be-old-enough-i-may-sit-down-under-some-bush-last-left-in-utilitarian-world-feel-thankful-that-intellect-in-its-march-has-spared-one-thomas-cole
it-is-unfortunately-true-that-without-leisure-money-love-can-be-no-more-than-orgy-common-man-instead-being-sudden-impulse-full-ardor-reverie-it-becomes-distastefully-utilitarian-
ive-always-dressed-same-ive-never-made-fashion-mistake-ive-always-worn-utilitarian-i-started-my-collection-because-i-wanted-certain-specific-things-but-before-that-it-was-vintage
to-be-utilitarian-means-that-you-judge-actions-as-right-wrong-in-accordance-with-whether-they-have-good-consequences-so-you-try-to-do-what-will-have-peter-singer
the-dreamer-whose-dreams-are-nonutilitarian-has-no-place-in-this-world-in-this-world-poet-is-anathema-thinker-fool-artist-escapist-man-vision-criminal-henry-miller
art-is-most-beautiful-deception-all-and-although-people-try-to-incorporate-everyday-events-life-in-it-we-must-hope-that-it-will-remain-deception-lest-it-become-utilitarian-thing-
i-think-new-york-style-is-unique-because-theres-something-resourceful-about-it-utilitarian-whereas-in-los-angeles-i-find-people-make-their-cars-day-closet-which-i-guess-is-resour
by-embracing-label-such-as-non-fiction-creative-writing-community-has-signaled-to-world-that-what-goes-on-in-this-genre-is-at-best-utilitarian-at-worst-utter-mystery-we-have-segr
In a traditional German toilet, the hole into which shit disappears after we flush is right at the front, so that shit is first laid out for us to sniff and inspect for traces of illness. In the typical French toilet, on the contrary, the hole is at the back, i.e. shit is supposed to disappear as quickly as possible. Finally, the American (Anglo-Saxon) toilet presents a synthesis, a mediation between these opposites: the toilet basin is full of water, so that the shit floats in it, visible, but not to be inspected. [... ] It is clear that none of these versions can be accounted for in purely utilitarian terms: each involves a certain ideological perception of how the subject should relate to excrement. Hegel was among the first to see in the geographical triad of Germany, France and England an expression of three different existential attitudes: reflective thoroughness (German), revolutionary hastiness (French), utilitarian pragmatism (English). In political terms, this triad can be read as German conservatism, French revolutionary radicalism and English liberalism. [... ] The point about toilets is that they enable us not only to discern this triad in the most intimate domain, but also to identify its underlying mechanism in the three different attitudes towards excremental excess: an ambiguous contemplative fascination; a wish to get rid of it as fast as possible; a pragmatic decision to treat it as ordinary and dispose of it in an appropriate way. It is easy for an academic at a round table to claim that we live in a post-ideological universe, but the moment he visits the lavatory after the heated discussion, he is again knee-deep in ideology.

Slavoj Žižek
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design-is-not-art-design-is-utilitarian-art-is-not-massimo-vignelli
anyone-everyone-taking-writing-class-knows-that-secret-good-writing-is-to-cut-it-back-pare-it-down-winnow-chop-hack-prune-trim-remove-every-superfluous-word-compress-compress-com
Art is the conscious making of numinous phenomena. Many objects are just objects - inert, merely utilitarian. Many events are inconsequential, too banal to add anything to our experience of life. This is unfortunate, as one cannot grow except by having one's spirit greatly stirred; and the spirit cannot be greatly stirred by spiritless things. Much of our very life is dead. For primitive man, this was not so. He made his own possessions, and shaped and decorated them with the aim of making them not merely useful, but powerful. He tried to infuse his weapons with the nature of the tiger, his cooking pots with the life of growing things; and he succeeded. Appearance, material, history, context, rarity - perhaps rarity most of all - combine to create, magically, the quality of soul. But we modern demiurges are prolific copyists; we give few things souls of their own. Locomotives, with their close resemblance to beasts, may be the great exception; but in nearly all else with which today's poor humans are filling the world, I see a quelling of the numinous, an ashening of the fire of life. We are making an inert world; we are building a cemetery. And on the tombs, to remind us of life, we lay wreaths of poetry and bouquets of painting. You expressed this very condition, when you said that art beautifies life. No longer integral, the numinous has become optional, a luxury - one of which you, my dear friend, are fond, however unconsciously. You adorn yourself with the same instincts as the primitive who puts a frightening mask of clay and feathers on his head, and you comport yourself in an uncommonly calculated way - as do I. We thus make numinous phenomena of ourselves. No mean trick - to make oneself a rarity, in this overpopulated age.

K.J. Bishop
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a spider and a fly i heard a spider and a fly arguing wait said the fly do not eat me i serve a great purpose in the world you will have to show me said the spider i scurry around gutters and sewers and garbage cans said the fly and gather up the germs of typhoid influenza and pneumonia on my feet and wings then i carry these germs into households of men and give them diseases all the people who have lived the right sort of life recover from the diseases and the old soaks who have weakened their systems with liquor and iniquity succumb it is my mission to help rid the world of these wicked persons i am a vessel of righteousness scattering seeds of justice and serving the noblest uses it is true said the spider that you are more useful in a plodding material sort of way than i am but i do not serve the utilitarian deities i serve the gods of beauty look at the gossamer webs i weave they float in the sun like filaments of song if you get what i mean i do not work at anything i play all the time i am busy with the stuff of enchantment and the materials of fairyland my works transcend utility i am the artist a creator and demi god it is ridiculous to suppose that i should be denied the food i need in order to continue to create beauty i tell you plainly mister fly it is all damned nonsense for that food to rear up on its hind legs and say it should not be eaten you have convinced me said the fly say no more and shutting all his eyes he prepared himself for dinner and yet he said i could have made out a case for myself too if i had had a better line of talk of course you could said the spider clutching a sirloin from him but the end would have been just the same if neither of us had spoken at all boss i am afraid that what the spider said is true and it gives me to think furiously upon the futility of literature archy

Don Marquis
spider-fly-i-heard-spider-fly-arguing-wait-said-fly-do-not-eat-me-i-serve-great-purpose-in-world-you-will-have-to-show-me-said-spider-i-scurry-around-gutters-sewers-garbage-cans-
I feel as though dispossessed from the semblances of some crystalline reality to which I'd grown accustomed, and to some degree, had engaged in as a participant, but to which I had, nevertheless, grown inexplicably irrelevant. But the elements of this phenomenon are now quickly dissolving from memory and being replaced by reverse-engineered Random Access actualizations of junk code/DNA consciousness, the retro-coded catalysts of rogue cellular activity. The steel meshing titters musically and in its song, I hear a forgotten tale of the Interstitial gaps that form pinpoint vortexes at which fibers (quanta, as it were) of Reason come to a standstill, like light on the edge of a Singularity. The gaps, along their ridges, seasonally infected by the incidental wildfires in the collective unconscious substrata. Heat flanks passageways down the Interstices. Wildfires cluster-spread down the base trunk Axon in a definitive roar: hitting branches, flaring out to Dendrites to give rise to this release of the very chemical seeds through which sentience is begotten. Float about the ether, gliding a gentle current, before skimming down, to a skip over the surface of a sea of deep black with glimmering waves. And then, come to a stop, still inanimate and naked before any trespass into the Field, with all its layers that serve to veil. Plunge downward into the trenches. Swim backwards, upstream, and down through these spiraling jets of bubbles. Plummet past the threshold to trace the living history of shadows back to their source virus. And acquire this sense that the viruses as a sample, all of the outlying populations withstanding: they have their own sense of self-importance, too. Their own religion. And they mine their hosts barren with the utilitarian wherewithal that can only be expected of beings with self-preservationist motives.

Ashim Shanker
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The full moon, well risen in a cloudless eastern sky, covered the high solitude with its light. We are not conscious of daylight as that which displaces darkness. Daylight, even when the sun is clear of clouds, seems to us simply the natural condition of the earth and air. When we think of the downs, we think of the downs in daylight, as with think of a rabbit with its fur on. Stubbs may have envisaged the skeleton inside the horse, but most of us do not: and we do not usually envisage the downs without daylight, even though the light is not a part of the down itself as the hide is part of the horse itself. We take daylight for granted. But moonlight is another matter. It is inconstant. The full moon wanes and returns again. Clouds may obscure it to an extent to which they cannot obscure daylight. Water is necessary to us, but a waterfall is not. Where it is to be found it is something extra, a beautiful ornament. We need daylight and to that extent it us utilitarian, but moonlight we do not need. When it comes, it serves no necessity. It transforms. It falls upon the banks and the grass, separating one long blade from another; turning a drift of brown, frosted leaves from a single heap to innumerable flashing fragments; or glimmering lengthways along wet twigs as though light itself were ductile. Its long beams pour, white and sharp, between the trunks of trees, their clarity fading as they recede into the powdery, misty distance of beech woods at night. In moonlight, two acres of coarse bent grass, undulant and ankle deep, tumbled and rough as a horse's mane, appear like a bay of waves, all shadowy troughs and hollows. The growth is so thick and matted that event the wind does not move it, but it is the moonlight that seems to confer stillness upon it. We do not take moonlight for granted. It is like snow, or like the dew on a July morning. It does not reveal but changes what it covers. And its low intensity-so much lower than that of daylight-makes us conscious that it is something added to the down, to give it, for only a little time, a singular and marvelous quality that we should admire while we can, for soon it will be gone again.

Richard Adams
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