Reblogged from biblioklept: (Via; via).
It is a general condition of humanity to ask questions on what must be done, what is the purpose of life, what is its meaning, etc, big questions that trickle down into smaller units of inquiry, what is the best career for me, with children or no children, to resist or not to resist, etc, […]
But intelligence is often the enemy of poetry, because it limits too much, and it elevates the poet to a sharp-edged throne where he forgets that ants could eat him or that a great arsenic lobster could fall suddenly on his head. -Federico García Lorca, from Theory and Play of the Duende
A true realist, if he is not a believer, will always find in himself the strength and ability not to believe in miracles as well, and if a miracle stands before him as an irrefutable fact, he will sooner doubt his own senses than admit the fact. And even if he does admit it, he […]
Why do writers kill themselves? Such a question has remained a touchy subject that many people have eventually equated suicide to the consummation of the artistic life. When David Foster Wallace hanged himself on 2008, it was mainly attributed to his personal depressions. Ernest Hemingway ended his life through a shotgun to a head also […]
Reblogged from biblioklept: “Edgar Poe’s Significance” by Walt Whitman. From Specimen Days. Jan. 1, ’80.—In diagnosing this disease called humanity—to assume for the nonce what seems a chief mood of the personality and writings of my subject—I have thought that poets, somewhere or other on the list, present the most mark’d indications. Comprehending artists in a […]
I came upon this youtube video featuring vsauce discussing the question “Will we ever run out of new music?” Vsauce approached the problem on two planes, first on the level of theory, ultimately coming to the conclusion that because the number of all possible combination of tones, notes, rhythmic patterns and sonic qualities (forgive the […]