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21st May 2014

Photo reblogged from Wanderlust Europe with 437 notes

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Juxtapose, Amsterdam

“My bed is a small boat lost at sea; that sudden whistling is the wind in the sails. On every side the air is filled with the sound of furious klaxoning. I talk to myself to give myself cheer: there now, your skiff is holding its own, you are safe in your stone boat. Sleep in spite of the storm. Sleep in the storm. Sleep in your own courage, happy to be a man who is assailed by wind and wave.”—Bachelard

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Juxtapose, Amsterdam

“My bed is a small boat lost at sea; that sudden whistling is the wind in the sails. On every side the air is filled with the sound of furious klaxoning. I talk to myself to give myself cheer: there now, your skiff is holding its own, you are safe in your stone boat. Sleep in spite of the storm. Sleep in the storm. Sleep in your own courage, happy to be a man who is assailed by wind and wave.”
—Bachelard

12th February 2014

Photoset reblogged from Very Bad Wizards with 15 notes

About right, actually.

5th February 2014

Photo reblogged from Wanderlust Europe with 194 notes


'It seems that we learn something about art when we experience what the word solitude is meant to designate. This word has been much abused. Still, what does the expression 'to be alone' signify? When is one alone? Asking this question should not simply lead us into melancholy reflections. Solitude as the world understands it is a hurt which requires no further comment here. We do not intend to evoke the artist’s solitude either - that which is said to be necessary to him for the practice of art. When Rilke writes to the countess of Solms-Laubach (August 3, 1907), “For weeks, except for two short interruptions, I haven’t pronounced a single word; my solitude has finally encircled me and I am inside my efforts just as the core is in the fruit,” the solitude of which he speaks is not the essential solitude. It is concentration.” -Blanchot

'It seems that we learn something about art when we experience what the word solitude is meant to designate. This word has been much abused. Still, what does the expression 'to be alone' signify? When is one alone? Asking this question should not simply lead us into melancholy reflections. Solitude as the world understands it is a hurt which requires no further comment here. We do not intend to evoke the artist’s solitude either - that which is said to be necessary to him for the practice of art. When Rilke writes to the countess of Solms-Laubach (August 3, 1907), “For weeks, except for two short interruptions, I haven’t pronounced a single word; my solitude has finally encircled me and I am inside my efforts just as the core is in the fruit,” the solitude of which he speaks is not the essential solitude. It is concentration.” -Blanchot

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25th January 2014

Quote

Stupidity is never foreign to knowledge; knowledge can itself become stupidity par excellence, so to speak. And this is so because knowledge, and in particular theoretical knowledge as passage to the act of reason—or more broadly noesis—only occurs intermittently to a noetic soul which constantly regresses, and which, as such, is like Sisyphus, perpetually ascending the slope of its own stupidity.
— B. Stiegler

30th December 2013

Photo

2000 feet above Shanghai

2000 feet above Shanghai

11th December 2013

Photo reblogged from Conversations with the Light with 7 notes

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Sakai Hoitsu,  Triptych of the Three Seasons: Autumn Moon, early 19th c.info

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Sakai Hoitsu,  Triptych of the Three Seasons: Autumn Moon, early 19th c.
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11th December 2013

Photo

Ophelia Barbie

Ophelia Barbie

5th December 2013

Photo

Foggy morning

Foggy morning

15th November 2013

Photo reblogged from Wanderlust Europe with 3,538 notes

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Bagni del Masino, Lombardy, Italy

"Everyday language [la langage courant] calls a cat a cat, as if the living cat and its name were identical, as if it were not true that when we name the cat, we retain nothing of it but its absence, what it is not." -Blanchot

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Bagni del Masino, Lombardy, Italy

"Everyday language [la langage courant] calls a cat a cat, as if the living cat and its name were identical, as if it were not true that when we name the cat, we retain nothing of it but its absence, what it is not." -Blanchot

7th November 2013

Video

Glenn Gould Plays Gibbons Byrd Schoenberg Webern Berg