A collection of writings about place space writing and art …
Jean Cocteau, né le 5 juillet 1889 et mort le 11 octobre 1963 est un poète, graphiste, dessinateur, dramaturge et cinéaste français. “On doit croire en sa chance, sinon comment expliquer le succès de ceux qu’on n’aime pas.” (Le Coq et l’Arlequin – 1918) “Dobbiamo credere nella fortuna. Come spiegare altrimenti il […]
via Jean Cocteau — words and music and stories
This stunnning portrait of Cocteau above was of course painted by Amedeo Modigliani [MN]
“The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want” F. Scott Fitzgerald, writer F. Scott Fitzgerald (2015). “The Complete Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Articles, Letters, Plays & Screenplays: From the author of The Great Gatsby, The Side of Paradise, Tender […]
We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin? – Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
“The greatest composer does not sit down to work because he is inspired, but becomes inspired because he is working.” Ernest Newman, English, music critic, musicologist
“to photograph is to frame, and to frame is to exclude” Susan Sontag, writer
via “to photograph is to frame, and to frame is to exclude” — Art of Quotation
A last tribute to libraries and librarians for National Library Week from the brilliant Nikki Giovanni. MY FIRST MEMORY (OF LIBRARIANS) This is my first memory: A big room with heavy wooden tables that sat on a creaky wood floor A line of green shades—bankers’ lights—down the center Heavy oak chairs that were too low […]
via My First Memory of Librarians — Travel Between The Pages
So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger—because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being. — Jack Kerouac
The story is not in the words; it’s in the struggle. — Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy. (Penguin Classics; Reissue edition, March 28, 2006) Originally published 1987.
Quelqu’un peut-il me dire jusqu’où va ma vie ? Suis-je un souffle dans la tempête, une vague dans l’étang ? N’est-ce pas moi-même, peut-être, ce pâle et blanc bouleau, frissonnant de printemps ? * Kann mir einer sagen, wohin ich mit meinem Leben reiche? Ob ich nicht auch noch im Sturme streiche und als Welle […]
via Rainer Maria Rilke – Quelqu’un peut-il me dire… — BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD
Pour être grand, sois entier : rien En toi n’exagère ou n’exclus. Sois tout en chaque chose. Mets tout ce que tu es Dans le plus petit de tes actes. Ainsi en chaque lac brille la lune entière Pour la raison qu’elle vit haut. * Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nada Para ser grande, sê […]
via Fernando Pessoa – Pour être grand, sois entier… — BEAUTY WILL SAVE THE WORLD
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