Contradicta
Your fears encompass as much information about your world as your library.
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If you make truth a frequent companion, courage will be your friend.
Saturday, May 20
Friday, May 19
Contradicta
To be an artist is to be forever hungry for things you have never tasted, to relentlessly search for things you have never seen and can't understand, to repeatedly and warmly welcome back the most confused, lonely and unfair part of yourself, and the world- all for the singular joy of having something you can only experience by releasing it.
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Unforgettable music awakens abandoned hopes and forgotten dreams.
To be an artist is to be forever hungry for things you have never tasted, to relentlessly search for things you have never seen and can't understand, to repeatedly and warmly welcome back the most confused, lonely and unfair part of yourself, and the world- all for the singular joy of having something you can only experience by releasing it.
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Unforgettable music awakens abandoned hopes and forgotten dreams.
Thursday, May 18
Wednesday, May 17
Tuesday, May 16
Monday, May 15
Sunday, May 14
Saturday, May 13
Friday, May 12
Thursday, May 11
Tuesday, May 9
Monday, May 8
Sunday, May 7
Contradicta
Wit is used more often to silence than to say.
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Ipod therefore I am.
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A Writer's Lament: the Bipolar side of Blake
Came across this surprisingly personal poem by Blake, written in a letter to Thomas Butts, August 16, 1803.
"O why was I born with a different face?
Why was I not born like the rest of my race?
When I look each one starts! When I speak I offend;
Then I'm silent & passive & lose every Friend.
Then my verse I dishonor. My pictures despise,
My person degrade & my temper chastise;
And the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame;
All my Talents I bury, and dead is my Fame.
I am either too low or too highly priz'd;
When Elate I am Envied, when Meek I'm despis'd."
[Penguin Classics Blake
edited by Alicia Ostriker]
Wit is used more often to silence than to say.
******************
Ipod therefore I am.
**********************************
A Writer's Lament: the Bipolar side of Blake
Came across this surprisingly personal poem by Blake, written in a letter to Thomas Butts, August 16, 1803.
"O why was I born with a different face?
Why was I not born like the rest of my race?
When I look each one starts! When I speak I offend;
Then I'm silent & passive & lose every Friend.
Then my verse I dishonor. My pictures despise,
My person degrade & my temper chastise;
And the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame;
All my Talents I bury, and dead is my Fame.
I am either too low or too highly priz'd;
When Elate I am Envied, when Meek I'm despis'd."
[Penguin Classics Blake
edited by Alicia Ostriker]
Saturday, May 6
Friday, May 5
Thursday, May 4
Wednesday, May 3
Tuesday, May 2
Monday, May 1
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