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"Too often we tend to reduce what is strange to what is familiar. I intend to restore the familiar to the strange." - Rene Magritte
Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Trapeze: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1947-1955
Just saw the Odyssey yesterday!
— Maria Eugenia Calderara, from Poems of Exile; “I Still Don't Know Your Name,”
Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933
The deity whispers,
“Be something greater than the sum of your parts”
I only wished to understand my nature so that I might on occasion, exceed it.
Like how all art attempts to be great by breaking from its traditional form.
I’ve often comforted myself at times when mind, body or heart had been broken by thinking that agony and breaking of bones could be movement for some magnificent purpose- that my life might be viewed-observed- if none other than by me as a work of art.
That joy and suffering, every aspect of living could be a form of self expression.
The deity whispers,
The deity whispers,
“Be something greater than the sum of your parts”
I only wished to understand my nature so that I might on occasion, exceed it.
Like how all art attempts to be great by breaking from its traditional form.
I’ve often comforted myself at times when mind, body or heart had been broken by thinking that agony and breaking of bones could be movement for some magnificent purpose- that my life might be viewed-observed- if none other than by me as a work of art.
That joy and suffering, every aspect of living could be a form of self expression.
The deity whispers,
“Loving just one is too little; loving all is being superficial; knowing yourself and loving as many as possible, letting your soul hide all the powers of love in itself, so that each gets its particular nourishment while consciousness nevertheless embraces it all – that is enjoyment, that is living.”
— Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or
Ask Great Questions
“The answer was within.
Within the structure of literature,
of art and meaning that we humans had raised about ourselves like an ark,
a curtain wall to block out the waters of chaos and the world.
That is why we pray, why we build great temples and write great books:
to ask great questions and to live-not by the answers,
for such questions are unanswerable-but by the noble process of seeking those answers, that we might stand tall and struggle on.”
-Christopher Ruocchio, Howling Dark
You are brave and remarkable and the world will bask in your light.
I do not need your apology.
Apologize to the many pages in my journal that I can no longer write in because they are filled with you.
“Hail, child of clay- son of the devil.
Welcome.”
- Christopher Ruocchio, Howling Dark
"you should be at the club" i should be by the sea. i should be in the mountains. i should be at the moon. i should be awestruck and rendered speechless by the majesty of the natural world. if you even care.
Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas.