February 2012
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tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
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“[One] is simultaneously both a ‘victim’ and a viewer, who on the one hand...”
– Ilya Kabakov, On the “Total Installation”
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On Art by Leo Tolstoy
What then is artistic (and scientific) creation?
Artistic (and also scientific) creation is such mental activity as brings dimly-perceived feelings (or thoughts) to such a degree of clearness that these feelings (or thoughts) are transmitted to other people.
The process of “creation”— one common to all men and therefore known to each of us by inner experience— occurs as follows: a...
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We know the commonplace remarks made when this subject (existentialism) comes up, remarks which always add up to the same thing: we shouldn’t struggle against the powers-that-be; we shouldn’t resist authority; we shouldn’t try to rise above our station; any action which doesn’t conform to authority is romantic; any effort not based on past experience is doomed to failure;...
the unfortunate thing about my little herb garden is that I have to start from scratch every so often when they don’t survive the monsoons insanely unpredictable Philippine weather.
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It is a nostalgic time right now, and photographs actively promote nostalgia. Photography is an elegiac art, a twilight art. Most subjects photographed are, just by virtue of being photographed, touched with pathos. An ugly or grotesque subject may be moving because it has been dignified by the attention of the photographer. A beautiful subject can be the object of rueful feelings, because it has...
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“The artist is not born to a life of pleasure. He must not live idle; he has a...”
– Concerning the Spiritual in Art, Wassily Kandinsky
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“On the melancholy mirrors of the sidewalks
slip
the wandering shadows of the...”
– Shadowy Intricacies, Libero Altomare
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Nothing’s changed. Nothing’s happening. Nothing has happened. The seasons wheel sedately on their axis and, up above, the tranquil stars are following their appointed courses. Geometry in its wisdom condemns those mad, erratic stars that burn the prairies of the sky with their fiery tresses, disturb the gentle music of the spheres with squeals, and the eternal laws of gravity with the wind of...
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Fugazi | Shut the Door
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The Gas Heart, Tristan Tzara
NECK: Everybody knows you, installation of conjugal bliss.
NOSE: Everybody knows you, tapestry of forgotten ideas, crystallization.
NECK: Everybody knows you, formula for a song, running board of algebra, insomnia number, triple-skinned machine.
MOUTH: Everybody does not know me. I am alone here in my wardrobe and the mirror is blank when I look at myself. Also I love the birds at the ends of lit cigarettes. Cats, all animals and all vegetables. I love cats, birds, animals, and vegetables which are the projection of Clytemnestra in the courtyard, bedding, vases, and meadows. I love hay. I love the young man who makes such tender declarations to me and whose spine is ripped asunder in the sun.
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The Futurist Sensibility
1. Passion for depth. Which is to say, we must always push ourselves beyond the perceptible, superficial, apparent, traditional, logical plane.
2. Passion for what is alive. Which is to say, we must always respond and offer ourselves to whatever is in motion, in contrast to whatever is static, even momentarily; respond and offer ourselves to what surges develops intersects enhances superimposes...
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Detonation Synthesis of All Modern Theater by...
CHARACTER: A BULLET
Road at night, cold, deserted.
A minute of silence.—A gunshot
CURTAIN
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random essay selections
Kazimir Malevich - The Question of Imitative Art
Roland Barthes - Death of the Author
Donald Judd - Specific Objects
“One always dies too soon—or too late. And yet one’s whole life is...”
– Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit
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WatchDavid Lynch - The Alphabet, 1968
Against a backdrop of bizarre shapes and textures, a small organic figure gives birth to the letters of the alphabet while a mixture of children’s voices and an operatic tune are singing out. The figure’s head collapses causing blood to rain on a girl while she lays in her bed, resulting in the girl violently vomiting blood herself.
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