#scenius

[di-kot-o-me]

[louderfade]

[moredarkthanshark]

Brian Eno at the controls, 1983 by Andy Freeberg

[austinkleon]

Social networks of genius, from “What Makes A Genius?” (diagrams by Oliver Uberti)

I would love to see/make a bunch of these maps...

Filed under: scenius

[austinkleon]

But, in fact, we are all collective beings, let us place ourselves as we may. For how little have we, and are we, that we can strictly call our own property? We must all receive and learn both from those who were before us, and from those who are with us. Even the greatest genius would not go far if he tried to owe everything to his own internal self. But many very good men do not comprehend that; and they grope in darkness for half a life, with their dreams of originality. I have known artists who boasted of having followed no master, and of having to thank their own genius for everything. Fools! as if that were possible at all; and as if the world would not force itself upon them at every step, and make something of them in spite of their own stupidity. Yes, I maintain that if such an artist were only to survey the walls of this room, and cast only a passing glance at the sketches of some great masters, with which they are hung, he would necessarily, if he had any genius at all, quit this place another and a higher man. And, indeed, what is there good in us, if it is not the power and the inclination to appropriate to ourselves the resources of the outward world, and to make them subservient to our higher ends. I may speak of myself, and may modestly say what I feel. It is true that, in my long life, I have done and achieved many things of which I might certainly boast. But to speak the honest truth, what had I that was properly my own, besides the ability and the inclination to see and to hear, to distinguish and to choose, and to enliven with some mind what I had seen and heard, and to reproduce with some degree of skill. I by no means owe my works to my own wisdom alone, but to a thousand things and persons around me, who provided me with material. There were fools and sages, minds enlightened and narrow, childhood, youth, and mature age—all told me what they felt, what they thought, how they lived and worked, and what experiences they had gained; and I had nothing further to do than to put out my hand and reap what others had sown for me.

Goethe, quoted in Johann Peter Eckermann’s Conversations of Goethe

[stimpunks]

Infodumplings: Show Your Work, One Card at a Time Most of what we make, we make in the dark. The half-drawn thing, the spreadsheet nobody's seen, the mod that only works if you don't breathe on it, the deck of cards that is fifty-five cards and two blanks and an open invitation to draw the fifty-sixth. This week's Infodumplings is a show your work night: bring the in-progress thing, the unfinished thing, the thing you've been poking at for months and never shown anyone. Not the polished portfolio piece. The draft. The mess. The version with the seams showing....

Infodumplings: Show Your Work, One Card at a Time

[inthewindtunnel]

Scenius

Swift As Light

[intplaygroundcollective]

A city doesn’t have to be thriving economically for scenes to emerge (New York in the 1970s: highly creative but crime-ridden and shabby). It just has to be a place where creative people can afford to live and work, where they feel free, and where there are common spaces for them to gather (bars, restaurants, bookshops) and to see or hear each other’s work (galleries, venues, museums).

– Ian Leslie, The Death of Scenius