The Great and Terrible Awe

May 22

“Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art.”

Brian Eno (via jessiethatcher)

I could reblog/post this every day as a constant reminder.

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“Who the hell said you no longer had it in you?” Charles Bukowski (via dulcetdecember)

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May 21

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May 20

That day, we lost someone irreplaceable

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“Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don’t have to say anything.” Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via thatkindofwoman)

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May 19

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Hand studies

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“Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.” Sylvia Plath (via oh-girl-among-the-roses)

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“I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.” Frédéric Chopin (via decembrist)

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“You have always approached everything terrible trustfully. You have wanted to pet every monster.” Friedrich Nietzsche - Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via torturegardens)

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Prom

My feelings have betrayed me. I am irreparably sad, furiously trying to mend myself. I told myself I was content to just watch the world, but the world took me the arms and urged me to dance. I thought for a moment. I decided to dance, with both melancholy and happiness in my heart. This created an uncertainty in my heart. What did I feel? Why was I doing this? I realize now that I relish uncertainty. I realize that it is my love of learning, my love of mystery – my love of life. It is not that happiness must thrive while sadness dies. Indeed they must coexist and forged by the fires of confusion is a sure soul, wiser in all walks of life.

May 18

My own feelings have betrayed me. I am irreparably sad, furiously trying to mend myself.

I believe this is sadness. I guess this won’t pass

“I want to feel it,
the breathtaking certainty,
that comes when you’re loved.”

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

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May 17

“We were not lovers, we were love.” Jeanette Winterson (via s4mm4n)

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“I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.” John Steinbeck (via quote-book)

The Great and Terrible Awe

Mysterium Tremendum et Fascinans

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