#jon berger

[bibliomancyoracle]

life is a house burning down while it is being built

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from “the Slow Apocalypse of my Shoulders” by Jon Berger

[kamreadsandrecs]

A Garden of Ideas in John Berger’s Letters to His Son

“Over to You” is an ever-evolving meditation on images by the art critic and his youngest son, two men linked by blood and art.

[kammartinez]

A Garden of Ideas in John Berger’s Letters to His Son

“Over to You” is an ever-evolving meditation on images by the art critic and his youngest son, two men linked by blood and art.

[rosayenem]

Jonas was 25 in the year 2000

[pawslives4ever]

This century, as has been pointed out many times, is the century of emigration, enforced and voluntary. That is to say a century of partings without end, and a century haunted by the memories of those partings. The sudden anguish of missing what is no longer there is like suddenly coming upon a jar which has fallen and broken into fragments. Alone you collect the pieces, discover how to fit them together and then carefully stick them to one another, one by one. Eventually the jar is reassembled but it is not the same as it was before. It has become both flawed, and more precious. Something comparable happens to the image of a loved place or a loved person when kept in the memory after separation.

John Berger

[mttbll]

I can't tell you what art does and how it does it, but I know that art has often judged the judges, pleaded revenge to the innocent and shown to the future what the past has suffered, so that it has never been forgotten. I know too that the powerful fear art, whatever its form, when it does this, and that amongst the people such art sometimes runs like a rumour and a legend because it makes sense of what life's brutalities cannot, a sense that unites us, for it is inseparable from a justice at last. Art, when it functions like this, becomes a meeting-place of the invisible, the irreducible, the enduring, guts and honour.

Jon Berger