"I am interested in art and ecstasy, ecstasy which I would define as the sensation of the soul in ascent, art as the expression and sole means of transmuting, of passing on that ecstasy to others."
Ezra Pound
Friday, January 30, 2009
"By slowing the course of their night, by dividing it into different stages, each separate from the next, Madame de T. has succeeded in giving the small span of time accorded them the semblance of a marvelous little architecture, of a form. Imposing form on a period of time is what beauty demands, but so does memory. For what is formless cannot be grasped, or committed to memory...
There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically, he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still to close to him in time.
In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting."
from Slowness by Milan Kundera
There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting. Consider this utterly commonplace situation: a man is walking down the street. At a certain moment he tries to recall something, but the recollection escapes him. Automatically, he slows down. Meanwhile, a person who wants to forget a disagreeable incident he has just lived through starts unconsciously to speed up his pace, as if he were trying to distance himself from a thing still to close to him in time.
In existential mathematics, that experience takes the form of two basic equations: the degree of slowness is directly proportional to the intensity of memory; the degree of speed is directly proportional to the intensity of forgetting."
from Slowness by Milan Kundera
Thursday, January 29, 2009
...
"I look for the forms
things want to come as
from what black wells of possibility,
how a thing will
unfold:
not the shape of the paper- though
that too- but the
uninterfering means on paper:
not so much looking for the shape
as being available
to any shape that may be
summoning itself
through me
from the self not mine but ours."
from Poetics by A.R. Ammons
"I look for the forms
things want to come as
from what black wells of possibility,
how a thing will
unfold:
not the shape of the paper- though
that too- but the
uninterfering means on paper:
not so much looking for the shape
as being available
to any shape that may be
summoning itself
through me
from the self not mine but ours."
from Poetics by A.R. Ammons
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
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Sunday, January 25, 2009
"It was only after the conclusion, after everything was over, that the sense of reality returned, long after, in fact, when I had been able to gather the pieces of the puzzle up and put them together to see the pattern. This is not remarkable, for, as we know, reality is not a function of the event as event, but of the relationship of that event to past, and future, events. We seem here to have a paradox: that the reality of an event, which is not real in itself, arises from other events which, likewise, in themselves are not real. But this only affirms what we must affirm: that direction is all. And only as we realize this do we live, for our own identity is dependent on this principle."
from All the King Men by Robert Penn Warren
from All the King Men by Robert Penn Warren
Saturday, January 24, 2009
"We start our lives in chaos and babble. As we surge up into the world, we try to devise a shape, a plan. There is dignity in this. Your whole life is a plot, a scheme, a diagram. It is a failed scheme but that's not the point. To plot is to affirm life, to seek shape and control...to plot is to take aim at something, to shape time and space. This is how we advance the art of human consciousness."
from White Noise by Don DeLillo
from White Noise by Don DeLillo
Friday, January 23, 2009
"He blamed the handful of books he'd read as a young man, which convinced him life only had value experienced at a certain level of possibility. He hungered for that sense of infinite promise. If only we can hope to climb ever upward, we have our reason for moving. It wasn't the ladder of material success he schemed to scale- Lev wanted something more boyish: to search for a grail that would give meaning to everything that came before. Without it the deserts of dailiness weren't worth the trouble and the past was a trousseau of dust."
from Ambassador to the Dead by Askold Melnyczuk
from Ambassador to the Dead by Askold Melnyczuk
Thursday, January 22, 2009
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
"The artist appeals to that part of our being which is not dependent on wisdom, to that in us which is a gift and not an acquisition- and therefore more permanently enduring. He speaks to our capacity for delight and wonder, to the sense of mystery surrounding our lives; to our sense of pity, and beauty, and pain."
Joseph Conrad
Joseph Conrad
Sunday, January 18, 2009
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Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
"The unsayable! It was mysteriously linked. I now understood, to the essential. The essential was unsayable. Incommunicable. And everything in this world that tortured me with its silent beauty, everything that needed no words, seemed to me essential. The unsayable was essential."
from Dreams of My Russian Summers by Andrei Makine
from Dreams of My Russian Summers by Andrei Makine
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
"The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others."
from Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy
from Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy
Friday, January 9, 2009
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