Hans Richter, Ghosts Before Breakfast, 1928
El poeta comprende la naturaleza mejor que el sabio.
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“You know what I do? I listen to other people, stumbling about with their half thoughts and half sentences and their clumsy feelings that they can’t express, and it hurts me. So I go home and burnish it and polish it and weld it to a rhythmic frame, make the dull colors gleam, mute the garish artificiality to pastels, so it doesn’t hurt any more: that’s my poem. I know what they want to say, and I say it for them.”
— Samuel R. Delany, Babel-17
I’m really struggling with the concept that my worth is not dictated by what I can achieve, what I can do for others and what I produce. It’s just so counter to the way I’ve thought of myself my whole life. Not for others, of course. I can appreciate the innate value and worth of others without them having to do anything but be who they are and exist in the world. I won’t go into why I am feeling this way about myself because, frankly, it’s too hard to talk about or share. The only time I ever felt like just being who I am was enough was when I was pregnant with my daughter. If you subscribe or feel like you don’t need to produce or achieve to feel worthy please share your secrets.
“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson, Society and Solitude
La desnudez de la mujer es la obra de Dios.
William Blake, El matrimonio del Cielo y del Infierno
Así como la oruga elige las hojas más hermosas para poner sus huevos, el sacerdote deposita su maldición sobre los mejores goces.
William Blake, El matrimonio del Cielo y del Infierno
Heiko Hellwig: Silicon Cities (2017)
Colorful Circuit Cities Built From Motherboards, Processors, and Microchips. Hellwig built these cityscapes last year using the guts of old MacBooks, IBMs, and even PlayStations that he scavenged from eBay and friends' basements.
