Machines were mice and men were lions once upon a time, but now that it’s the opposite, it’s twice upon a time.Moondog
Our taverns and our metropolitan streets, our offices and furnished rooms, our railroad stations and our factories appeared to have us locked up hopelessly. Then came the film and burst this prison-world asunder by the dynamite of the tenth of a second, so that now, in the midst of its far-flung ruins and debris, we calmly and adventurously go travelling.Walter Benjamin, Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction
I dream about her, I do not dream her. And confronted with the photograph, as in the dream, it is the same effort, the same Sisyphean labor: to reascend, straining toward essence, to climb back down without having seen it, and to begin all over again.Roland Barthes, Camera Lucida
“Hopes rise and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain. The sound of music floats down a dark street.”
Hunter S. Thompson, in a letter to Gerald “Ching” Tyrell, 1956.
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“While preparing for his role as Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver, De Niro obtained a cab driver’s license, and when on break would pick up a cab and drive around New York for a couple of weeks.”
Artist Yayoi Kusama created this installation for the Brisbane Gallery of Modern Art. Kusama created an all white room and then over the course of two weeks gave every kid who came in a sheet of stickers to put wherever they wanted. The result is a beautiful, eye-popping mess of colors that couldn’t have been created any other way.
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Rokeby Venus by Diego Velezquez (1651)
Suffragette, Mary Richardson walked into the National Gallery in 1914 and attacked the canvas with a meat cleaver protesting the arrest of Emmeline Pankhurst the day before. Richardson was sentenced to 6 months imprisonment, the maximum allowed for destruction of an artwork.
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Write then, now that you are young, nonsense by the ream. Be silly, be sentimental… give the rein to every impulse; commit every fault of style, grammar, taste, and syntax; pour out; tumble over; loose anger, love, satire, in whatever words you can catch, coerce, or create, in whatever metre, prose, poetry, or gibberish that comes to hand. Thus you will learn to write.Virginia Woolf, 1931
