A collection of writings about place space writing and art …
If our life lacks brimstone, i.e., a constant magic, it is because we choose to observe our acts and lose ourselves in consideration of their imagined form and meaning, instead of being impelled by their force.
– Antonin Artaud, in The Theatre and Its Double
“Don’t be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson, American, writer, poet
via “Don’t be pushed by your problems. Be led by…” — Art of Quotation
“You can’t learn less” – R. Buckminster Fuller, architect, writer, inventor
I write, I extend my hand; without my knowing it, this is already a prayer, I extend my hand to you so that you will exist because you do exist, beyond my fingers, your fingers, without my knowing it this is already a response, already I draw to my side the site for you, with […]
AU BONHEUR DES DAMES is a novel by Emile Zola set in the world of the department store in nineteenth-century Paris. It covers the period approximately from 1864 to 1869 and it’s the eleventh novel in Zola’s Rougon-Macqart series. From Zola’s original manuscript for Au Bonheur des Dames When Zola was writing Au Bonheur des […]
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams Were it not for your songs. — Langston Hughes, “Quiet Girl,” The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes (First Vintage Classic, 1995)
“contentment between agonies is the elixir of existence”
– Charles Bukowski [1985] in Pig In a Pamphlet #12, Introduction by Harry Calhoun
“Idleness is not doing nothing. Idleness is being free to do anything.” – Floyd Dell, novelist, editor, playwright, poet
via “Idleness is not doing nothing. Idleness is being free to do anything.” — Art of Quotation
I take a lot of crap about my note-taking. Constant scribbling is so central to my persona, in fact, that one colleague recently expressed concern during a meeting when I wasn’t taking notes. “I forgot my pen,” I shrugged. Here’s the thing: I have a terrible memory — so if I don’t write it down […]
I believe it was Schiller who said that the only time a human being is free is when he or she creates a work of art; if that’s true, then a work of art is sacred and shouldn’t be compromised by mere ambition.
– Edmund White in his Paris Review Interview
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