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"We never give up. We begin anew."

Thu, 23 May 2013 16:34:51 -0400

“We never give up. We begin anew.”

- Lars Gustafsson, The Death of a Beekeeper

Davide Dato Vienna State Ballet Wiener Staatsballett

Thu, 23 May 2013 16:27:38 -0400

Davide Dato

Vienna State Ballet

Wiener Staatsballett

Carlos Bravo

Thu, 23 May 2013 16:22:10 -0400

Carlos Bravo

"I would that with sleepy, soft embraces The sea would fold me - would find me rest, In luminous..."

Thu, 23 May 2013 13:12:36 -0400

“I would that with sleepy, soft embraces
The sea would fold me - would find me rest,
In luminous shades of her secret places,
In depths where her marvels are manifest.”

- Adam Lindsay Gordon, The Swimmer

Paul Benney - Levitation (2005)

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:52:23 -0400

Paul Benney - Levitation (2005)

Sea surf, figure on the rock, 1910, František Kobliha. Czech...

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:50:15 -0400

Sea surf, figure on the rock, 1910, František Kobliha. Czech (1877 - 1962)

Rockwell Kent, Greenland Swimmer, 1932

Thu, 23 May 2013 12:48:18 -0400

Rockwell Kent, Greenland Swimmer, 1932

Hiroshi Sugimoto, Lake Superior, Cascade River, 2003

Wed, 22 May 2013 15:34:46 -0400

Hiroshi Sugimoto, Lake Superior, Cascade River, 2003

Páll Stefánsson

Wed, 22 May 2013 15:26:00 -0400

Páll Stefánsson

Masao Yamamoto

Wed, 22 May 2013 15:25:24 -0400

Masao Yamamoto

Mark Rothko, Untitled (Blue Divided by Blue), 1966

Wed, 22 May 2013 15:13:46 -0400

Mark Rothko, Untitled (Blue Divided by Blue), 1966

"Although he devoted hours of each day to his new discipline, he finds its first premise, as..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:51:00 -0400

“Although he devoted hours of each day to his new discipline, he finds its first premise, as enunciated in the Communications 101 handbook, preposterous: ‘Human society has created language in order that we may communicate our thoughts, feelings, and intentions to each other.’ His own opinion, which he does not air, is that the origins of speech lie in song, and the origins of song in the need to fill out with sound the overlarge human soul.”

- J. M. Coetzee, Disgrace,1999

Liszt Piano sonata in B minor, part 3 Khatia Buniatishvili

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:49:46 -0400

Liszt

Piano sonata in B minor, part 3

Khatia Buniatishvili

"A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:41:49 -0400

“A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips; – not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.”

- Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Photo

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:41:33 -0400

"…or poetry that with ironic precision allows the historical and biological context to come to..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:39:50 -0400

“…or poetry that with ironic precision allows the historical and biological context to come to light in fragments of human reality.”

- Wisława Szymborska-Włodek

Ernst Haas, Gondolas, 1955

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:38:00 -0400

Ernst Haas, Gondolas, 1955

Mark Dorf

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:26:26 -0400

Mark Dorf

what-a-ride: Lacan, 1931. “I was in my early twenties…and at...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:46:00 -0400

what-a-ride:

Lacan, 1931.

“I was in my early twenties…and at the time, of course, being a young intellectual, I wanted desperately to get away, see something different, throw myself into something practical….One day, I was on a small boat with a few people from a family of fishermen….as we were waiting for the moment to pull in the nets, an individual known as Petit-Jean…pointed out to me something floating on the surface of the waves. It was a small can, a sardine can…It glittered in the sun. And Petit-Jean said to me – You see that can? Do you see it? Well it doesn’t see you (Lacan 1981: 95; Copjec 1994: 30–31). (via)

"When it came night, the white waves paced to and from in the moonlight, and the wind brought the..."

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:18:00 -0400

“When it came night, the white waves paced to and from in the moonlight, and the wind brought the sound of the great sea’s voice to the men on shore, and they felt that they could then be interpreters.”

- Stephen Crane, The Open Boat