You need not teach an acorn to grow into an oak tree
“You need not, and in fact cannot, teach an acorn to grow into an oak tree, but when given a chance, its intrinsic potentialities will […]
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They Thought They Were Free
“One doesn’t see exactly where or how to move. Believe me, this is true. Each act, each occasion, is worse than the last, but only […]
My attempts to adapt myself to the standardized world remain fruitless
It may well be that my thinking of today is somewhat different from that of twenty years ago, but my feelings and my being, my […]
Quotes from A Life of One’s Own by Marion Milner
Some quotes I’ve collected from a book I’m reading, A Life of One’s Own, by Marion Milner. Certainly I had never suspected that the key […]
We’ll need writers who can remember freedom
This, I believe: Hard times are coming, when we’ll be wanting the voices of writers who can see alternatives to how we live now, can […]
Lines of no consequence
I’ve never listened to Nick Cave’s music. But I will get around to it. I recently randomly discovered his blog, The Red Hand Files. Here […]
Tyranny of the human face
I’ve recently been reading Baudelaire. The idea of redemption through one’s art in his prose poem “At One O’Clock in the Morning” resonated with me, […]
Raw material for the artist
“A writer — and, I believe, generally all persons — must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource. All things have […]
Poets do not go mad; but chess-players do
“Poets do not go mad; but chess-players do. Mathematicians go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom. I am not, as will be seen, […]
Whatever I see, I see
“Whatever I see, I see. I try to see it like myself and not like I’ve been told to see it, or how I should […]
Arrive at a world
“I begin my pictures under the effect of a shock… The cause of this shock may be a tiny thread sticking out of the canvas, […]
I’ll make my own sandwiches
“Sands Point, Port Washington, was a prosperous, upper-middle-class community. The ethnic boy from the city [Cassavetes] was uncomfortable there. The town’s conservatism was alien and […]
Familiar Landscapes, New Eyes
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. —Marcel Proust Although my next issue of Qualia will […]