TS Eliot - Words strain, crack and sometimes break, under the burden, under the tension, slip, slide, perish, decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, will not stay still.
I was stopped and held fast by Pieter Bruegel’s The Harvesters, from 1565. I responded to that great painting in a way that I now believe is fundamental to the peculiar power of art. Namely, I experienced the great beauty of the picture even as I had no idea what to do with that beauty. I couldn’t discharge the feeling by talking about it—there was nothing much to say. What was beautiful in the painting was not like words, it was like paint—silent, direct, and concrete, resisting translation even into thought. As such, my response to the picture was trapped inside me, a bird fluttering in my chest. And I didn’t know what to make of that. It is always hard to know what to make of that. - All the Beauty In the World
Arbitrary nature of where attention might fall + where we might end up - this is how we experienced the first artworks, in caves, illuminated in pieces with a flickering torch
What are you Optimistic about book - passage on VR and how this will lead to non-linear communication/ thought.
TS Eliot - Words strain, crack and sometimes break, under the burden, under the tension, slip, slide, perish, decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, will not stay still.
Greek - butterflies as the form the soul takes when it leaves the body
I was stopped and held fast by Pieter Bruegel’s The Harvesters, from 1565. I responded to that great painting in a way that I now believe is fundamental to the peculiar power of art. Namely, I experienced the great beauty of the picture even as I had no idea what to do with that beauty. I couldn’t discharge the feeling by talking about it—there was nothing much to say. What was beautiful in the painting was not like words, it was like paint—silent, direct, and concrete, resisting translation even into thought. As such, my response to the picture was trapped inside me, a bird fluttering in my chest. And I didn’t know what to make of that. It is always hard to know what to make of that. - All the Beauty In the World
Arbitrary nature of where attention might fall + where we might end up - this is how we experienced the first artworks, in caves, illuminated in pieces with a flickering torch
Donne - all measure and all language I should pass, should I tell what a miracle she was