Brian Cotnoir, from On Alchemy: Essential Practices and Making Art as Alchemy
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Brian Cotnoir, from On Alchemy: Essential Practices and Making Art as Alchemy
“The role of the artist is exactly the same role, I think, as the role of the lover. If you love somebody, you honor at least two necessities at once. One of them is to recognize something very dangerous, or very difficult. Many people cannot recognize it at all, that you may also be loved; love is like a mirror. In any case, if you do love somebody, you honor the necessity endlessly, and being at the mercy of that love, you try to correct the person whom you love. Now, that’s a two-way street. You’ve also got to be corrected. As I said, the people produce the artist, and it’s true. The artist also produces the people. And that’s a very violent and terrifying act of love. The role of the artist and the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see. Insofar as that is true, in that effort, I become conscious of the things that I don’t see. And I will not see without you, and vice versa, you will not see without me. No one wants to see more than he sees. You have to be driven to see what you see. The only way you can get through it is to accept that two-way street which I call love. You can call it a poem, you can call it whatever you like. That’s how people grow up. An artist is here not to give you answers but to ask you questions.”
— James Baldwin, “The Black Scholar Interviews James Baldwin,” Conversations with James Baldwin (edited by Fred L. Standley and Louis H. Pratt)
mary oliver, staying alive
I prefer life, yes, to the very God who created it. Since this is the life he gave me, this is the life I’ll live.
Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet
Clarice Lispector, from Selected Cronicas
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Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet
"It's like a hole in my life, an eight-year hole. That's what I find interesting in people's lives, the holes, the gaps, sometimes dramatic, but sometimes not dramatic at all. There are catalepsies, or a kind of sleepwalking through a number of years, in most lives. Maybe it's in these holes that movement takes place."
—Gilles Deleuze, On Philosophy
“[…] You’ve kissed my hair to wake me. I dreamed you were a poem, I say, a poem I wanted to show someone … and I laugh and fall dreaming again of the desire to show you to everyone I love, to move openly together in the pull of gravity, which is not simple, which carries the feathered grass a long way down the upbreathing air.”
— Adrienne Rich, from “Twenty-One Love Poems; Poem II,“ in The Dream of a Common Language: Poems 1974-1977
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Opeyemi Olukotun (Nigerian, 1989), The Weight They Cannot See, 2024. Acrylic on canvas, 60 x 48 in.
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heated rivalry 1.06 | THE COTTAGE
#on the last fingers in his mouth friday of the year we all hold hands and celebrate the meaning of the holiday
fingers in mouth
heated rivalry 1.06 | THE COTTAGE
#on the last fingers in his mouth friday of the year we all hold hands and celebrate the meaning of the holiday
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He remembered being so happy to see him. Even now, just knowing that Ilya had made the trip to the hospital filled Shane with a tingly warmth. Shane was completely in love with him. He would hit his head all over again just to be alone in that quiet hospital room with those careful fingers and those concerned eyes.
HEATED RIVALRY 1.05
Heated Rivalry 1.05 'I'll Believe in Anything'
Mary Oliver, from Upstream: Selected Essays
[ID: image text reading, "Knowledge has entertained me and it has shaped me and it has failed me. Something in me still starves." /end ID]