Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.

— Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

posted : Wednesday, July 30th, 2014

People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonance within our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive. That’s what it’s all finally about.

— Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth

posted : Wednesday, July 30th, 2014

It does take great maturity to understand that the opinion we are arguing for is merely the hypothesis we favor, necessarily imperfect, probably transitory, which only very limited minds can declare to be a certainty or a truth.

— Milan Kundera, Encounter

posted : Wednesday, July 30th, 2014

I spent a great deal of my life being ignored. I was always very happy that way. Being ignored is a great privilege. That is how I think I learnt to see what others do not see and to react to situations differently. I simply looked at the world, not really prepared for anything.

—  Saul Leiter

posted : Wednesday, July 30th, 2014

There are the things that are out in the open and then there are the things that are hidden, and life has more to do, the real world has more to do with what is hidden, maybe.

— Saul Leiter

posted : Tuesday, July 29th, 2014

'Nirvana’ A poem by Charles Bukowski, read by Tom Waits

Tom Waits: Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards (2006) >  Bastards (disc 3)

 

Not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose,

he was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina on the way to somewhere.

And it began to snow. And the bus stopped at a little cafe in the hills and the passengers entered.
And he sat at the counter with the others, and he ordered, the food arrived.
And the meal was particularly good.
And the coffee. The waitress was unlike the women he had known.
She was unaffected, and there was a natural humor which came from her.
And the fry cook said crazy things.
And the dishwasher in back laughed a good clean pleasant laugh. And the young man watched the snow through the window.
And he wanted to stay in that cafe forever.
The curious feeling swam through him that everything was beautiful there.
And it would always stay beautiful there. And then the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board.
And the young man thought: “I’ll just stay here, I’ll just stay here.”
And then he rose and he followed the others into the bus.
He found his seat and looked at the cafe through the window.
And then the bus moved off, down a curve, downward, out of the hills. And the young man looked straight forward.
And he heard the other passengers speaking of other things,
or they were reading or trying to sleep.
And they hadn’t noticed the magic.
And the young man put his head to one side,
closed his eyes, and pretended to sleep. There was nothing else to do,
just to listen to the sound of the engine,
and the sound of the tires
in the snow.

posted : Tuesday, July 29th, 2014

William Eggleston, 1970.

William Eggleston, 1970.

posted : Tuesday, July 29th, 2014

Cy Twombly (Americain, 1928-2011)
Silex scintillans, N/D
Courtesy Galerie Karsten Greve Köln, Paris, France

Cy Twombly (Americain, 1928-2011)

Silex scintillans, N/D

Courtesy Galerie Karsten Greve Köln, Paris, France

posted : Tuesday, July 29th, 2014


Jim Goldberg / Magnum Photos 
Bangladesh. Dhaka. 2007. Man at a recruitment center.
Open-see follows refugee and immigrant populations traveling from war-torn, economically devastated and often AIDS-ravaged countries to make new homes in Europe.

Jim Goldberg / Magnum Photos 

Bangladesh. Dhaka. 2007. Man at a recruitment center.

Open-see follows refugee and immigrant populations traveling from war-torn, economically devastated and often AIDS-ravaged countries to make new homes in Europe.

posted : Tuesday, July 29th, 2014

André Kertész
Stairs of Montmartre
Paris, circa 1927
[From the Réunion des Musées Nationaux]

André Kertész

Stairs of Montmartre

Paris, circa 1927

[From the Réunion des Musées Nationaux]

posted : Tuesday, July 29th, 2014

Saul Leiter

Saul Leiter

posted : Monday, July 21st, 2014

Saul Leiter

Saul Leiter

posted : Monday, July 21st, 2014