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Paul Jaisini savages vs civilized

Paul Jaisini

savages vs civilized

Stelly Riesling at least the body mutilation of the “savages” has a higher purpose as opposed to the “civilized”. I’ve always admired the body decorations of tribal folk, it actually looks good on them.

Ellen Yustas K. Gottlieb first thought is that the native people did it to look like their tribe while civilized do it not to look like others, for notoriety reasons…

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If a temple is to be erected, a temple must be destroyed.

Many a man fails to become a thinker only because his memory is too good.

A witticism is an epigram on the death of a feeling.

Convictions are more dangerous enemies of truth than lies.

The infuriating thing about an individual way of living. People are always angry at anyone who chooses very individual standards for his life; because of the extraordinary treatment which that man grants to himself, they feel degraded, like ordinary beings.

Everyone superior in one thing. In civilized circumstances, everyone feels superior to everyone else in at least one way; this is the basis of the general goodwill, inasmuch as everyone is someone who, under certain conditions, can be of help, and need therefore feel no shame in allowing himself to be helped.

Shadow in the flame. The flame is not so bright to itself as to those on whom it shines: so too the wise man.

More mature minds love what is interesting and odd about truth. Fully mature intellects, finally, love truth, even when it appears plain and simple, boring to the ordinary person; for they have noticed that truth tends to reveal its highest wisdom in the guise of simplicity.

Life and experience. If one notices how some individuals know how to treat their experiences (their insignificant everyday experiences) so that these become a plot of ground that bears fruit three times a year; while others (and how many of them!) are driven through the waves of the most exciting turns of fate, of the most varied currents of their time or nation, and yet always stay lightly on the surface, like cork: then one is finally tempted to divide mankind into a minority (minimality) of those people who know how to make much out of little and a majority of those who know how to make a little out of much; indeed, one meets those perverse wizards who, instead of creating the world out of nothing, create nothing out of the world.

now we will no longer concede so easily that anyone has the truth;

It is not enough to prove something, one has also to seduce or elevate people to it.

One has attained to mastery when one neither goes wrong nor hesitates in the performance.

possessions are generally diminished by possession…

Pardon me, my friends, I have ventured to paint my happiness on the wall.

Mystical explanations are considered deep; the truth is, they are not even shallow.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier, simpler.

Whatever has value in our world now does not have value in itself, according to its nature — nature is always value-less, but has been given value at some time, as a present — and it was we who gave and bestowed it.

I would not know what the spirit of a philosopher might wish more to be than a good dancer.

Only those who keep changing remain akin to me.

You great star, what would your happiness be had you not those for whom you shine?

Of all that is written, I love only what a man has written with his own blood.

Brave, unconcerned, mocking, violent–thus wisdom wants us: she is a woman, and loves only a warrior.

Alas, there are so many things between heaven and earth of which only the poets have dreamed. And especially above the heavens: for all gods are poets’ parables, poets’ prevarications.

If a temple is to be erected, a temple must be destroyed.

The sick are the greatest danger for the healthy; it is not from the strongest that harm comes to the strong, but from the weakest.

What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.

Without music, life would be a mistake.

Liberal institutions straightway cease from being liberal the moment they are soundly established: once this is attained no more grievous and more thorough enemies of freedom exist than liberal institutions.

It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what everyone else says in a whole book — what everyone else does not say in a whole book.

“Equality to the equal; inequality to the unequal” — that would be true justice speaking: and its corollary, “never make the unequal equal”.

We have already gone beyond whatever we have words for. In all talk there is a grain of contempt.

Some are born posthumously.

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Well, folks, what if there actually was something called The Theory of Invisible Art? What then? Whether you agree with it, or disagree… whether you like Yustas Kotz-Gottlieb or hate her (we have some real haters here)…whether you understand it or you don’t…whether you choose to laugh at it or you don’t… what if there really was something called The Theory of Invisible Art? Okay, you don’t believe it, won’t believe it, your mind is closed on the subject. I can’t really believe that. If you’re not willing to set aside disbelief for even a moment to consider another point of view, you can’t be a serious writer. Come on now, assume for a moment that there just may be some serious thinking cast in this direction by a divergent group of fairly successful and prominent people in our society, including scientists, artists and sociologists. Now walk with me a little ways on this one…what if these thinking people were interested in the process of creating art, in how it went from chaos to beauty, from unformed to formed, from nothing to something, from invisible to visible? Can’t you see how such a topic deserves a bit more consideration than many of you have given it? I’m proud of the few of you who have been thoughtful enough to at least ponder possibilities and potential implications in terms of your own work. What, the scoffers say, might such a preposterous theory have to do with writers? Open your eyes, friend—just a few days ago, a writer was complaining of writer’s block. And aren’t we always trying to evaluate good ideas, how to acquire them and turn them into novels, screenplays, short stories, essays? Well, along comes a theory that just might help some of you intellectualize the raw process…take another look. You don’t have to see a painting by Paul Jaisini to understand what Yustas is trying to tell you. Look for the sense, the meaning, the ideas that might help you to become a better writer and artist.