Friday, January 1, 2010

Continens Est Formalius Contento (I Girigogoli)



Come la maggior parte degli uomini, tanto parlando quanto scrivendo, hanno parole e frasi favorite e abituali maniere di
dire che introducono nel discorso talora senza intenzione, ossia senza avvedersene, e non di raro anche dove non ci stanno, cosi quasi ogni pittore ha certe maniere abituali eh' egli mette in mostra e che gli sfuggono senza che egli se ne accorga....


Ivan Lemolieff
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Monday, December 14, 2009

Gartenrund



"What the mystic beholds in his ecstasy and loses in his moments of dryness, what the lover pursues and adores, what the child cries out for when left alone, is much more a spirit, a person, a haunting mind, than a set of visual sensations: yet the visual sensations are connected inextricably with that spirit, else the spirit would not withdraw when the sensations failed. We are not dealing with an articulate mind whose possessions are discriminated and distributed into a mastered world where everything has its department, its special relations, its limited importance; we are dealing with a mind all pulp, all confusion, keenly sensitive to passing influences and reacting on them massively and without reserve...."

George Santayana

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Spiegeltanz



"What can be more similar in every respect and in every part more alike to my hand and to my ear than their images in a mirror? And yet I cannot put such a hand as is seen in the glass in the place of its original; for if this is a right hand, that in the glass is a left one, and the image or reflection of the right ear is a left one, which can never take the place of the other. There are in this case no internal differences which our understanding could determine by thinking alone..."

Immanuel Kant [tr. Carus-Beck]

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Der dritte Mann (flying game)

Apaches (El Laberinto)



We never confess that we have married a woman we do not love, a woman who may love us perhaps, but who is incapable of being her true self. Swann says: "And to think I have wasted the best years of my life with a woman who was not my type." The majority of modern men could repeat that sentence on their deathbeds. And with the change of one word, so could the majority of women.

Octavio Paz [tr.L.Kemp]
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