Friday, August 26, 2005

Ahem. And now for something inspirational. Maybe.

This is from the book I'm currently reading, Narcissus and Goldmund by Herman Hesse.

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Art was a union of the father and mother worlds, of mind and blood. It might start in utter sensuality and lead to total abstraction. Then again it might originate in pure concept and end in bleeding flesh. Any work of art that was truly sublime, not just a good juggler's trick; that was filled with the eternal secret; every obviously genuine work of art had this dangerous, smiling double face, was male-female, a merging of instinct and pure spirituality.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Oh, I'm 'enery the 'eith I am....

Thursday, August 11, 2005

And counterpoint

"I asked one thing of my Lord God, and that is to make fools of my enemies, and behold, he has provided" Voltaire.

Ok, maybe not completely aplicable, but a good quote none the less. Things will be normaler soon, writing comes with calm seas as sailing comes with steady breezes.

Monday, August 08, 2005

dreams

It is as easy to dream a book as it is hard to write one. -Honore de Balzac, novelist (1799-1850)

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