Saturday, September 29, 2018
Monday, September 24, 2018
Sunday, September 16, 2018
effort
So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years-
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres-
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholy new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate,
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate - but there is no competition -
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.
― T.S. EliotSaturday, September 15, 2018
Friday, September 14, 2018
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Tuesday, September 4, 2018
Monday, September 3, 2018
Saturday, September 1, 2018
Monday, August 27, 2018
Friday, August 24, 2018
Saturday, August 18, 2018
Friday, August 17, 2018
the life of an artist
"Continual pursuit of the impossible."
- Alberto Giacometti, whose work commands $140 million, but nonetheless lived squalidly
Sunday, August 12, 2018
The Maestro and The Master
Labels:
architecture,
Canada,
drama,
jack diamond,
opera,
Russia,
south africa
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
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