It is the prime task of a truly modern mind to endure both the spiritual and the practical as the framework for her life.
Johnson, Robert A.. She: Understanding Feminine Psychology (p. 80). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition. ______________________________________________________________
The Mantis will sit in an attitude of extreme reverence and contemplation, his head turned sometimes slightly on side as if he were waiting…for the wind to come from far beyond the mountains on the other side of the desert to bring him a story of life before and beyond the moment. …~ Pg. 22.
The Creative Pattern In Primitive Africa by Laurens van der Post
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Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art.
~ Brian Eno
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Mysterious in day's broad light,
Nature retains her veil, despite our imprecations,
and what she won't reveal to human mind or sight
levers, screws or hammers
cannot wrench from her. ~ Goethe
Faust part 1
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Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.
~Truman Capote
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"And just as the soul that is inside your dust."
~ Pg 8 The Divine Comedy ~ Dante
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"I always liked the intensity of the recording."
~ Chris Bailey from the band The Saints
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"Sometimes people try and tell me what is and isn't punk, or that GBH do or don't fit in, but they're generally no older than my socks, and they know about as much. I've lived my life doing what I want the way I want to ever since I got expelled from school. Ever since 1977....That's punk rock"
~ Ross Lomas: From his Book City Baby.
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"As I was walking among the fires of Hell,
delighted with the enjoyments of Genius;
which to Angels look like torment and insanity.
I collected some of their Proverbs. "
~ William Blake, "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell", 1790
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"This disco guy wanted funk in our sound with 10,000 backing vocals, the guy laughed at Tony when he tried to sing, they treated us like shit. Casey wanted to hit that engineer dick...Posh Boy told us not to play games with him, he'd play games with us. That engineer was a real dick."
~ Steve Soto ADOLESCENTS
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The Electromagnetic Hypothesis of Olfaction” at the Society for Scientific Exploration conclude that insects use a portion of the EM spectrum to communicate.” ‘Pg 207 Lost Star of Myth and Time by Walter Cruttenden
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When I dress up as a Jester, Holy Fool or Evil Cenobite. I represent something cosmic in ether the brilliance of humor, contemplation or buffoonery, or the evil side of shadowy seduction as in the succubus. I love it. I become youthfully sparkled and my reflection is so. I say to myself, “Is that me in the mirror?” As if for a short time I wonder into the world of Never Never Land and my comrade is Peter Pan or maybe Puck as in a Midsummer Night’s Dream. I may walk into the underworld where Pluto escorts me where I am always eternally youthfully and playful. I love this. If I could do this as a living …join the circus or a group of wandering bards… I would… yes I would… but alas I take off my costume of cosmic proportions and creativity… and again slide into bed in the wee morning.,. and awake to the smell of coffee and my mortality.
