17 April, 2015 § Leave a comment
In my city of dreams the roads lead nowhere; that is, they lead off the edge of the world into infinite space. Under my feet the road quickens, like a moving track at the airport. It is the road itself that carries me forward, until there is nothing under my feet but air. Where to now, without tarmac and map? What direction do I take now that all directions can be taken?
– The World and Other Places, Jeanette Winterson
17 February, 2013 § Leave a comment
perhaps i have found the man who will help me understand Hannah Arendt.
“[E]very great composition is in perfect harmony with all true rules, and involves thousands too delicate for ear, or eye, or thought, to trace; still it is possible to reason, with infinite pleasure and profit, about these principles, when the thing is once done; only, all our reasoning will not enable any one to do another thing like it, because all reasoning falls infinitely short of the divine instinct. Thus we may reason wisely over the way a bee builds its comb, and be profited by finding out certain things about the angles of it. But the bee knows nothing about those matters. It builds its comb in a far more inevitable way. And, from a bee to Paul Veronese, all master-workers work with this awful, this inspired unconsciousness.”
– From Modern Painters III, “Of the True Ideal: Secondly, Naturalist’ by John Ruskin
3 January, 2013 § Leave a comment
There trips along by the side of our modern beauty some mocking spirit which sneers at beauty for being beautiful; which turns the looking-glass and shows us that the other side of her cheek is pitted and deformed. It is as if the modern mind, wishing always to verify its emotions, had lost the power of accepting anything simply for what it is.
– Virginia Woolf
24 December, 2012 § Leave a comment
“To do something large and to do it well demands such observances, personal and peculiar, laughable as they often are, because they stave off that dinginess of soul that says that everything is small and grubby and nothing is worth the effort.”
p/s: Here’s wishing you are dispelling dinginess this Christmas.
20 October, 2012 § Leave a comment
“For she will fly to someone, we will all fly to someone, we will all return to that piece of shining matter from which our souls were torn with another, two halves of the same.”
From Affinity by Sarah Waters
16 September, 2012 § Leave a comment
The “man without a shadow” is statistically the commonest human type, one who imagines he actually is only what he cares to know about himself.– Carl Gustav Jung
26 August, 2012 § Leave a comment
There is nothing which so generally strikes the imagination, and engages the affections of mankind, as the right of property; or that sole and despotic dominion which one man claims and exercises over the external things of the world, in total exclusion of the right of any other individual in the universe.
William Blackstone, The Rights of Things, Book II