I published one post here last year. This post will make two for this year.
Monday, February 14, 2011
One, Two
"To call the ocean sublime we must regard it as poets do."
But Kant was born, died, and spent almost his entire life in the same city, Konigsberg (now Kaliningrad). He never traveled more than 70 miles from home in the course of this life, and he rarely traveled even that far. And so I keep wondering, while I read about the sublime and the beautiful:
Did Kant ever see the ocean?
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Metaphor Spit Bite
I saw this piece, Pendulum Spit Bite, by Terry Fox at SFMoMA last night. It is, I have read, about several things, such as the evolution of illness and wellness, the Chartres Cathedral, moving through a labyrinth. It is also very beautiful just as itself; the traces of acid dripped on paper. I also saw A Metaphor:Everything he made looks like a reflection.
Monday, November 30, 2009
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Roland Barthes by Roland Barthes
'As a child, I was often and intensely bored. This evidently began very early, it has continued my whole life, in gusts (increasingly rare, it is true, thanks to work and to friends), and it has always been noticeable to others. A panic boredom, to the point of distress: like the kind I feel in panel discussions, lectures, parties among strangers, group amusements: wherever boredom can be seen. Might boredom be my form of hysteria?'
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