Posts

Extraordinary Discourse 286

Seeker’s Delectables Back of our own contemporary arts of the collagist, the assembler of forms, is the ancestral, protean concept, wider and deeper, of the poet as devotee of the ensemble. Robert Duncan, Changing Perspectives In Reading Whitman

Extraordinary Discourse 285

Revelations Of Interconnection Words are not pebbles in alien juxtaposition. Learned Hand Cities are about juxtaposition. Richard Rogers

Extraordinary Discourse 284

Stray! I'm always trying to find 'connections' between things. That art is the juxtaposition of a lot of things that seem unrelated but add up to something recognizable. Pat Metheny

Extraordinary Discourse 283

Combinatory Play Combinatory play seems to be the essential feature in productive thought. Albert Einstein

Extraordinary Discourse 282

Viva Voce Viva voce: Viva voce \Vi"va vo"ce\ (v>imac/"v[.a] v[=o]"s[-e]). [L.] By word of mouth; orally. viva voce n : an examination conducted by word of mouth [syn: {oral}, {oral exam}, {oral examination}]  I don't know why we, in the art world, cannot unpack things and sort of make hybrid notions of a practice. We're very rigid. It's funny, though; in music, we have no problem sampling, mixing and remixing. But in the art world, why can't we take little parts of history and mix it together? Mark Bradford

Extraordinary Discourse 281

Big Small Talk Design, whether it's on your body or in your home, is the same thing. It's mixing different colors, different textures, and unexpected patterns - elements that you wouldn't often put together in an interesting way. Blake Lively

Extraordinary Discourse 280

Unofficial The word is simultaneously profane, that which we use to communicate everyday; and the Word is sacred, that which exists and justifies the ground of being. This is worth remembering, for it is just as true today as it was in Jacob’s era. There is magic in poetry, not just as a metaphor but in a literal sense as well. Narrative, fiction, language, prosody, all of these, despite the calipers of criticism, maintains a sort of charged and enchanted power. There is something sacred in poetry which is greater than and before that of even religion, and this power of language – to conjure completely different worlds that exist only in the grammatical relationships of abstract words to one another, to maintain the ability to affect the objective world of material existence, and to function as totems of meaning which can travel from mind to mind – was as true for Jacob wrestling with his angel as it is for any of us wrestling with meaning today. Recall, Orpheus: Upon the End of ...