May 2011
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Henyrk Górecki - Symphony No. 3, Op. 36
ontologicalterrorist:
This is the second movement of Gorecki’s Symphony No. 3. From wikipedia concerning the origins of this movement’s composition:
Later that year Górecki learned of an inscription scrawled on the wall of a cell of a Gestapo prison in the town of Zakopane, which lies at the foot of the Tatra mountains in southern Poland. The words were those of 18-year-old Helena...
April 2011
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Saudade
risely-evan:
Saudade is a Portuguese and Galician word for a feeling of longing for something that one is fond of, which is gone, but might return in the distant future. It often carries a fatalistic tone implying a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might really never return.
Saudade was once described as “the love that remains” or “the love that stays” after someone is gone....
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The Art of Not Being Offended
There is an ancient and well-kept secret to happiness which the Great Ones have known for centuries. They rarely talk about it, but they use it all the time, and it is fundamental to good mental health. This secret is called The Fine Art of Not Being Offended. In order to truly be a master of this art, one must be able to see that every statement, action and reaction of another human being is...
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“Don’t sign your name
between worlds,
surmount
the manifold of...”
– Paul Celan (via proustitute)
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Max Bill Chronoscope Black
Source: simplypi, 1, 2, 3
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ML/TF: POST-WHIRLWIND, BACK IN THE STUDIO
tobia:
Photolog post forthcoming of my NYC trip last week, until then the following is what I’m facing coming back from such an incredible journey. Work as usual, but some new discoveries and slightly disturbing surprises. My advancement review is in a couple weeks and open studios is on the 10th, so there is much frenetic energy about. Sophie Calle is doing a lecture today, which is awfully...
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ML/TF: Back of the head studies
tobia:
Untitled Polyptych Pen Ink on paper 7 x 5 inches (each) 2011
Working in such a small scale and continuing to work with this cinematic narrative sequence has really changed my perception of the linear presentation and composition. The more “stages” created, the more interesting it is to arrange them into a sequence. It’s sort of part of the fun. Furthermore, working with such...
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Wood Bowl by Shoji Morinaga
Artist: Shoji Morinaga Made in Japan Wood-turner and furniture maker Shoji Morinaga takes his inspiration for his bowls from some modern woodturning masters. Most of his bowls are made of lightweight woods including Yamazakura ( cherry) and Ho no ki. Morinaga who has a background in industrial design, also runs a furniture service and shop in Japan. Dimensions:...
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“Don’t you feel how everything is strained beyond
certain remembering?...”
– Emily Wilson, from “Winter Journal: Wind Thumbs through Woods” (via proustitute)
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Naomi Shihab Nye, "The Words Under the Words"
My grandmother’s hands recognize grapes, the damp shine of a goat’s new skin. When I was sick they followed me, I woke from the long fever to find them covering my head like cool prayers. My grandmother’s days are made of bread, a round pat-pat and the slow baking. She waits by the oven watching a strange car circle the streets. Maybe it holds her son, lost to America. More often, tourists, who...
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“Whatever it is you’re seeking won’t come in the form you’re expecting.”
– Haruki Murakami
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“Oppressive language does more than represent violence; it is violence; it does...”
– Toni Morrison, Nobel Lecture (1993)
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Title: Nude Sculptures, Photographer: David Finn
Michelangelo. Details, figure of Night, from the tomb of Giuliano de’ Medici, duke of Nemours. 1520-34. The Medici Chapel, San Lorenzo, Florence
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“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift; the rational mind is a faithful servant....”
– Albert Einstein
Remember this
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“When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind...”
– Abraham Joshua Heschel
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“Evenings delve
into your eye. Lip-
picked syllables—
a lovely voiceless...”
– Paul Celan, “Erratic,” translated by Nikolai Popov and Heather McHugh
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“A great silence overcomes me,
and I wonder why I ever thought
to use language.”
– Rumi
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