noodles
June 2013
14 posts
“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.”
—Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via magiquotes)
“Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art.”
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Brian Eno (via jessiethatcher)
(via notational)
about to paint for the first time in a long time and I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED
~the possibilities are endless~ :,)
May 2013
15 posts
“Remind yourself that you are other things besides in love and hopeless and sort of sad in the saddest way possible like, you are also a friend or a son, daughter or an employee, student and also a thinker, a doer, a person who lives and has lived before this sad, sad mess came to pass.”
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What You Can Do Instead of Loving Someone You Can’t Be With, Stephanie Georgopulos (via creatingaquietmind)
so incredibly applicable right now
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
“Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
My love, you are in my heart.
It was preordained we should part
And be reunited by and by.
Goodbye: no handshake to endure.
Let’s have no sadness — furrowed brow.
There’s nothing new in dying now
Though living is no newer.”
“До свиданья, друг мой, до свиданья. Милый мой, ты у меня в груди. Предназначенное расставанье Обещает встречу впереди.
До свиданья, друг мой, без руки, без слова, Не грусти и не печаль бровей,- В этой жизни умирать не ново, Но и жить, конечно, не новей.”
- Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin
