arte de la filosofía

"Science builds a house with bricks which, once laid, are not touched again. Philosophy tidies a room and so has to handle things many times. The essence of its procedure is that it starts with a mess; we don’t mind being hazy so long as the haze gradually clears."

[arte-filosofia]

In case one were to think of a house,

consisting of cellar, ground-floor and premier étage, so tenanted, or rather so arranged, that it was planned for a distinction of rank between the dwellers on the several floors; and in case one were to make a comparison between such a house and what it is to be a man—then unfortunately this is the sorry and ludicrous condition of the majority of men, that in their own house they prefer to live in the cellar. The soulish-bodily synthesis in every man is planned with a view to being spirit, such is the building; but the man prefers to dwell in the cellar, that is, in the determinants of sensuousness. And not only does he prefer to dwell in the cellar; no, he loves that to such a degree that he becomes furious if anyone would propose to him to occupy the bel étage which stands empty at his disposition—for in fact he is dwelling in his own house.

– Søren Kierkegaard, Sickness unto Death

[depresssiya]

“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.”

— Albert Camus (via fyp-philosophy)

[arte-filosofia]

It is Criticism

that, by concentration, makes culture possible. It takes the cumbersome mass of creative work, and distils it into a finer essence. Who that desires to retain any sense of form could struggle through the monstrous multitudinous books that the world has produced, books in which thought stammers or ignorance brawls? The thread that is to guide us across the wearisome labyrinth is in the hands of Criticism. Nay more, where there is no record, and history is either lost, or was never written, Criticism can re-create the past for us from the very smallest fragment of language or art, just as surely as the man of science can from some tiny bone, or the mere impress of a foot upon a rock, re-create for us the winged dragon or Titan lizard that once made the earth shake beneath its tread, can call Behemoth out of his cave, and make Leviathan swim once more across the startled sea.

— Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist

[arte-filosofia]

The best that one can say of most modern creative art is that it is just a little less vulgar than reality. And so the critic, with his fine sense of distinction and sure instinct of delicate refinement, will prefer to look into the silver mirror or through the woven veil, and will turn his eyes away from the chaos and clamour of actual existence, though the mirror be tarnished and the veil be torn.

— Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist

[your-last-cigarettee]

“Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you.” — Carl Jung

[silvaris]

Deep into the forest,  Snowdrops, everywhere,  Still snowdrops  by Viktor Sági

[mossful]

Jana Euler

Nude Climbing Up the Stairs, 2014. Oil on canvas. 180 × 120 in. Courtesy of the artist.

[arte-filosofia]

Art should never try to be popular; the public should try to make itself artistic.

― Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man under Socialism

[is-this-serendipity]

“I must wash myself clean with abstract thoughts, transparent as water.”

— Jean-Paul Sartre,  Nausea (via inhadu)

[arte-filosofia]

What separates theater from cinema

is that theater is not trying to portray a character or historical era more or less accurately. It is not the job of theater to be accurate in depicting its content, to do several takes to 'get the scene right', and from there tell a coherent story. Theater originates from spontaneity and pure expression. It is the immediate result of an interpretation of social relations at odds with each other. In cinema, you won't find that 'each night is different', because the end product has already been put out -- put to an end. Each night in theater, however, is a new spontaneous dialogue between actor and audience, where an interpretation is live and crafted in unison through the reciprocal energy of action and reaction.

[beautifulanddamnedd]

[arte-filosofia]

You’re growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it’s good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies… so we can dance. Jim Carroll

[arte-filosofia]

Questioning yourself is irrelephant.

[arte-filosofia]

[arte-filosofia]

St. Johann, Austria

[virtualbluetac]

[thedailyfeed-blog]

What the pluck!? Award-winning photographer Tim Flach snapped this phenomenal shot of a featherless chicken in mid-stride as part of his latest project “More Than Human.”