You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
“the thing that cannot be fitted into a system but which nevertheless the system needs into order to constitute itself as a system” – Hubert Damisch through Rosalind Krauss on Agnes Martin via Nersessian’s Apostrophe : Clouds.
“clouds synchronize the concrete with the immaterial” – AN
“That’s all man is: a creature you can feel pity for.”
“So it’s death, then, and nothing more, that is the disappointing truth of every life?”
The Most Secret Memory of Men: A Novel, Mohamed Mbougar Sarr, translated from French by Lara Vergnaud
“The name says something about the being” Sarr
“Art is not vague production, transitory and isolated, but a power which must be directed to the improvement and refinement of the human soul” Kandinsky via Popova.
Qué vanidad imaginar
que puedo darte todo, el amor y la dicha,
itinerarios, música, juguetes.
What vanity to imagine
I can give you everything, love and bliss,
Itineraries, music, toys.
Julio Cortázar, Bolero.
“To truly see my country by looking at it in the mirror of another country.” Sarr
To truly see A by looking at it in the mirror of another A (objectively, B).
Human :: plants
“allusions to the infinite”
“remained embedded in the symbolic content of the place”
“We must be aware of the dangers which lie in our most generous wishes”
“a barely perceptible irregularity glimpsed intermittently through squinted eyes”
“beautiful in its venality and in its devotion to immediate gratification”
“crimes are universally understood to be news to the extent that they offer, however erroneously, a story, a lesson, a high concept”
Didion
I know the practical, it will keep you breathing; awe, on the other hand, is what makes you (me) want to keep living. (JK)
A garden is the place to tend to the subtler, life-sustaining regiment of our lives. A place to cultivate the imaginary, hope, and expectations held in budding plants, intimated by the unfurling of new flower, the subtler and supporting reasons to toil and labor, should be the right of every citizen.
Thought, sunshine, and flowers: time to think and imagine, to take in the sun and breathe unhurriedly, and to tend to plants within their temporality. (RS)
Beauty will come to them
Where they stand.
[…]
Trees need not walk the earth
For beauty or for bread;
Beauty will come to them
In the rainbow—
The sunlight—
And the lilac-haunted rain
David Rosenthal