September 2011
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“To a great mind, nothing is little.”
– Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, A Study in Scarlet
It isn’t what a picture is of, it is what it is about.
The wisdom of John Szarkowski
Pupil: Does the wind move or does the grass move?
Master: Your mind moves.
“C’est du Vrai, décliné s’il le faut comme Beau ou comme Bien, que s’origine...”
– Alain Badiou, Petit panthéon portatif
And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last I may without fail Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
Dylan Thomas, Love in the Asylum
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Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering...