30 April 2010
I am interested in getting to Time in its unstructured existence ... I am interested in how Time exists before we put our paws on it — our minds, our imaginations, into it
Morton Feldman
Morton Feldman
29 April 2010
28 April 2010
Delay is an impostume in the soul. He who does not whet his will every hour perishes of velleity.
Edward Dahlberg
Edward Dahlberg
27 April 2010
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25 April 2010
There exist two worlds – real and imaginary. The real one is all around me and I am part of it; the imaginary one is in my head and is largely private though its details expose themselves in every choice I make. The real world is infinitely rich and enriching; the imaginary world is extrememly limited and limiting. The struggle for the teacher is to wrench the student out of his imagination and into the real world, and to show him there mysteries he could never have imagined.
24 April 2010
A 'connected space' opens up when entities connect or increase the intensity of connexion. A 'disconnected space' appears when entities disconnect or start the protracted process of disconnexion – a rift or comfort zone. Energy naturally fills connected space. Thinking unnaturally fills disconnected space.
23 April 2010
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15 April 2010
How beautiful the notion that we create our own personal catastrophes and that it is the creative forces within us that are instrumental in doing this.
Nick Cave
Nick Cave
14 April 2010
13 April 2010
Irrationality, earthiness, a heightened awareness of death, and a dash of the diabolical: the duende is a demonic earth spirit who helps the artist see the limitations of intelligence.
12 April 2010
God is in the details – the particulars. In other words God doesn't discriminate – loves us all especially and equally. And we should do the same – enter each moment open. Closing is then a natural consuming of the moment – I consume the moment and the moment consumes me – primes me for the next opening. Breathing with my being.
11 April 2010
Belly and heart are centres of very different character. Belly is a reservoir where energy pools quietly – containment and stability. Heart, on the other hand, floods and spills energy and feeling – not necessarily foolishly – into threads of connexion, and the more effusive and expressive the heart the more I need the belly. Heart always tests my root.