Hegel famously thought art was “over and done with.” The same has been said (almost routinely) of modernism. Many will be disappointed that I have very little to say, almost nothing, about postmodernism. My passing thought is that maybe a postmodernist is just someone who has made the art and literature (and even philosophy) of… Continue reading Gerard L. Bruns
The water you touch in a river is the last of that which has passed, and the first of that which is coming. Thus it is with time present. Life, if well spent, is long. ― Leonardo da Vinci, Leonardo’s Notebooks (Black Dog & Leventhal August 1, 2005) First published January 1, 1519.
When the past makes you laugh and you can savor the magic that lets you survive your own war, you’ll find that that fire is passion and there’s a door up ahead – not a wall. ― Lou Reed
Mirror of the night.Your eyes green swords insidemy flesh… Your word travels the entirety ofspace and reaches my cellswhich are my stars, then goes toyours which are my light. —Frida Kahlo, to Diego from The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-portrait (Abrams, August 9, 2005) Originally published January 1, 1995.
Poetry can repair no loss but it defies that the space which separates and it does this by continual labor of reassembling what has been scattered. — John Berger, And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos (Bloomsbury Paperbacks,2014)
I don’t want to be a tree; I want to be its meaning. — Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red (Everyman’s Library; Reprint edition, November 2, 2010) Originally published January 1, 1998.
And those you never forgive you find impossible to forget. — Jane Urquhart, The Underpainter (McClelland & Stewart, 1997)
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. ― Annie Dillard, The Writing Life (Harper Perennial, November 12, 2013)
It is perhaps when our lives are at their most problematic that we are likely to be most receptive to beautiful things. — Alain de Botton, The Architecture of Happiness (Pantheon; First Edition, October 3, 2006)
I have… a terrible need… shall I say the word?… of religion. Then I go out at night and paint the stars. —Vincent van Gogh
The Vale of Soul-Making 