Friday, July 31, 2009
That my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
objects in which the past crystallizes can function as a fetish for people who have lost loved ones.
The aesthetic response relies on a certain attitude, a detachment that Schopenhauer saw as loss of the individual will or self, and which Edward Bullough called the detachment or "psychical distance". We suspend belief. We know from the picture frame, stages, story title that these are not "real life" but something where greater wholeness and clarity will provide a more than compensating aesthetic pleasure. Not only do the picture frames, stage, etc. signal to us that the art-object is "not for real" but the elements inside, the whole matter composing the object, are not representations of the real, but a complex series of codes that we learn to interpret and apply. This view, developed by Nelson Goodman, links traditional aesthetics with linguistics and Structuralism, and questions any naive view of art as representation.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Its rising is not bright nor its setting darkUnceasing, continuousBranching out in roots innumerableForever sending forth the serpent coil of living thingsMysterious as the formless existence to which it returnsTwisting backBeyond mindWe say only that it is form from the formlessLife from spiral void
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tribute to Goya
La maja desnuda (known in English as The Naked (or Nude) Maja) is an oil on canvas painting by the Spanish painter Francisco de Goya, portraying a nude woman reclining on a bed of pillows. It was executed some time between 1797 and 1800, and is sometimes said to be the first clear depiction of female pubic hair in a large Western painting. The painting is in the Museo del Prado in Madrid.
Goya created another painting of the same woman identically posed, but clothed, entitled La maja vestida (The Clothed Maja); also in the Prado, it is usually hung next to La maja desnuda. The identity of the model and why the paintings were created are still unknown. Both paintings were first recorded as belonging to the collection of Prime Minister Manuel de Godoy, Duke of Alcudia, and it has been conjectured that the woman depicted was his young mistress. It has also been suggested that the woman was María del Pilar Teresa Cayetana de Silva y Álvarez de Toledo, 13th Duchess of Alba, with whom Goya is rumored to have been romantically involved and did complete known portraits of. However, many scholars have rejected this possibility, including Australian art critic Robert Hughes in his 2003 biography, Goya. Many agree that Pepita Tudó is a more likely candidate. Others believe the woman depicted is actually a composite of several different models.
In 1815, the Spanish Inquisition summoned Goya to reveal who commissioned him to create the "obscene" La maja desnuda, and he was consequently stripped of his position as the Spanish court painter. If Goya gave an explanation of the painting's origin to the Inquisition, that account has never surfaced. Two sets of stamps depicting La maja desnuda in commemoration of Goya's work were privately produced in 1930, and later approved by the Spanish Postal Authority. That same year, the United States government barred and returned any mail bearing the stamps.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
The genesis of the idea of Purgatory lies ultimately in the inevitability, finality, and mystery of death. To be human is to be aware of death and to be aware of death is to wonder what becomes of us when this quotidian life comes to an end. In the history of Christianity the consideration of the nature of life after death took varied and complex forms. From the time of the four evangelists and St. Paul, the idea of an afterlife of reward or punishment is clearly present. The acceptance of Purgatory as a middle place or state between Heaven and Hell was slower to develop.
For all the earth That yearned for Heaven, and all the Heaven that bent Toward it, separate by the gulf of sin, Love bridges at last, and ye behold herein The bridal joys of their so long desire. Ye see the path God's suffering paved with fire; And Christ comes down it.
Monday, July 20, 2009
earth travails the poets tell you are beautiful and faded sun and wind and beat of sea i bid them all farewell and so it goes melancholy days have comesing again the song you sung simplicity what shall we do now we break the glass whose sacred wine take my bracelets the shadows of the ships
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
1. Isolated minds are Descartesmentalized.
a. In a life constituted entirely by lies, the only authentic action possible is suicide.
b. In a life constituted entirely by lies, the ultimate act of compliance is suicide.
3. One result of psychoanalysis is that problems do not disappear from, but rather into our lives.
Solipsism is a fantasy of the traumatized.
Friday, July 17, 2009
And this reft house is that the which he built,Lamented Jack ! And here his malt he pil'd,Cautious in vain ! These rats that squeak so wild,Squeak, not unconscious of their father's guilt.Did ye not see her gleaming thro' the glade ?Belike, 'twas she, the maiden all forlorn.What though she milk no cow with crumpled horn,Yet aye she haunts the dale where erst she stray'd ;And aye beside her stalks her amorous knight !Still on his thighs their wonted brogues are worn,And thro' those brogues, still tatter'd and betorn,His hindward charms gleam an unearthly white ;As when thro' broken clouds at night's high noonPeeps in fair fragments forth the full-orb'd harvest-moon !
Samuel Coleridge - On A Ruined house In A Romantic Country
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
How can you live in this way?(What do you think it's so strange)You must have something to say(You tell me why should I change)We have no reason to fight'Cos we both know that we're rightChild of vision, won't you listen?Find yourself a new ambition
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Rainy day, dream awayAh let the sun take a holidayFlowers bathe an' ah see the children playLay back and groove on a rainy day.Well I can see a bunch of wetcreatures, look at them on the runThe carnival traffic noise it singsthe tune splashing up 'n'Even the ducks can groove rainbathin' in the park side poolAnd I'm leanin' out my window sill diggin' ev'rythingAnd ah and you too.Rainy day, rain all dayAin't no use in gettin' uptightJust let it groove its own wayLet it drain your worries away yeahLay back and groove on a rainy day heyLay back and dream on a rainy day
Monday, July 13, 2009
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate.Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date.Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimmed;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;But thy eternal summer shall not fade,Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? (Sonnet 18) by William Shakespeare
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Darkness had descended quickly and mist was raising up from the ground, making it difficult to see it. As they neared the cemetery, the night became darker still and the air hung heavy making it tough to breath. The mist was still rising, it was up to Jenny’s knees.
Spider webs clung to the old tombstones. The trees looked dead with bare limbs hanging low to ground.
The tree limbs appeared to be dancing even though there was no breeze to move them
They turned around and behind them were five bright lights dancing in the air. The lights moved and closely encircled them as they danced.
They slowly walked toward the gate, the dancing lights moved with them every step. The lights now stood between them and the gate.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
But peace does not rest in the charters and covenants alone. It lies in the hearts and minds of all people. So let us not rest all our hopes on parchment and on paper, let us strive to build peace, a desire for peace, a willingness to work for peace in the hearts and minds of all of our people. I believe that we can. I believe the problems of human destiny are not beyond the reach of human beings.
John F. Kennedy
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
“There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions”
Anais Nin quotes
“If you cry ''Forward'' you must be sure to make clear the direction in which to go. Don't you see that if you fail to do that and simply call out the word to a monk and a revolutionary, they will go in precisely opposite directions?”
Anton Chekhov quotes
Friday, July 3, 2009
once, in the down when i was looking for clouds I met a very nice old man with her nephew and dog, riding an ancient motorcycle....they seems to be in a long journey, an existentialist ride for beauty and truth and especially , wisdom
Thursday, July 2, 2009
I´m singin´ in the rainJust singin´ in the rain,What a glorious feeling,And I´m happy again.I´m laughing at cloudsSo dark, up above,The sun´s in my heartAnd I´m ready for love.Let the stormy clouds chase.Everyone from the place,Come on with the rainI have a smile on my face.I´ll walk down the laneWith a happy refrainJust singin', singin' in the rain.Dancing in the rain.I'm happy again.I'm singin' and dancin' in the rain.Dancin' and singin' in the rain
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Once you learn all the radical movesI know it will put you in the grooveGo off the lip and in the tubeIf I can do it so can you.So go
Surf will never ever dieCause the feeling makes me fly so highMy love
for surf is very strongSo the ocean is where I belong.We go