Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever... You might want to think about that.
Each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins. As in a party game. Say the word and pass it on. So be sparing. What you alter in the remembering has yet a reality, known or not.
- Cormac McCarthy
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Still from Sergei Eisenstein’s 1925 silent film ‘The Battleship Potemkin’.
(The image depicts the panic of a wounded nurse whose smashed pince-nez spectacles are splayed across her blood stained face. This fearful image held a fascination for Bacon who always kept a copy of it in his studio. It encapsulates his philosophy, ‘Painting is the pattern of one’s own nervous system being projected on canvas’).
October 26, 2009, 3:32pm
The Organ - Fire In the Ocean
October 26, 2009, 3:27pm
F for Fake. Orson Welles, 1973
’ Our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash - the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life: we’re going to die. “Be of good heart,” cry the dead artists out of the living past. “Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing.” Maybe a man’s name doesn’t matter all that much. ‘
October 26, 2009, 2:58pm
Chet Baker - Time After Time
October 26, 2009, 2:46pm
“What is the nature of the search? you ask. Really it is very simple; at least for a fellow like me. So simple that it is often overlooked. The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life.”
— from The Moviegoer, by Walker Percy
October 20, 2009, 2:37pm
