Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about the things in my pockets. But I found it would be too long; and the age of the great epics is past.
—G.K. Chesterton, from "A Piece of Chalk"
@civetta Ha! Many years ago, I lived above a yoga/dance studio, where a folk dance group met every Sunday evening. For 3 long hours, they stomped and clapped in odd time signatures, taking my "sunday scaries" to another level!
“Then I just stopped listening to everybody, and everybody stopped talking to me,” she said. “I was getting very little feedback.” https://t.co/9rdIjJbnud
When a flood damaged years’ worth of artworks kept in storage, Sophie Calle decided to embrace the decay.
Art21 goes underground to attend the funeral for Calle's pieces.
Brueghel the painter
concerned with it all has chosen
a winter-struck bush for his
foreground to
complete the picture
—William Carlos Williams https://t.co/qSDJdctt8l
More wisdom from Stevenson's New Year's/Christmas essay:
"There is an idea abroad among moral people that they should make their neighbours good. One person I have to make good: myself."
"We are not intended to succeed; failure is the fate allotted. It is so in every art and study; it is so above all in the continent art of living well. Here is a pleasant thought for the year’s end or for the end of life. Only self-deception will be satisfied…"