January 2011
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If it be true that the abject simultaneously beseeches and pulverizes the...
– Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection
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‘The imagination ought to play upon money and realize it vividly, for...
– E. M. Forster, Howards End
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Prayer - Jorie Graham
Over a dock railing, I watch the minnows, thousands, swirl themselves, each a minuscule muscle, but also, without the way to create current, making of their unison (turning, re- infolding, entering and exiting their own unison in unison) making of themselves a visual current, one that cannot freight or sway by minutest...
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The End of Art Ain't Over Yet - Ben Davis →
More than a quarter century has passed since the end of art. That is, it has been more than 25 years since Arthur Danto famously declared “The End of Art” in a widely anthologized essay of the same name, published in 1984.
“The End of Art” is an idiosyncratic read. An attempt to explain “the dismal state of the artworld,” as Danto later put it, the essay ...
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A parable: A respected rabbi is asked to speak to the congregation of a...
– Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces
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The Dover Bitch - Anthony Hecht
A Criticism of Life: for Andrews Wanning
So there stood Matthew Arnold and this girl With the cliffs of England crumbling away behind them, And he said to her, ‘Try to be true to me, And I’ll do the same for you, for things are bad All over, etc., etc.’ Well now, I knew this girl. It’s true she had read Sophocles in a fairly good translation And caught that bitter allusion...
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Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of...
– Omar Khayyám, Quatrain LXXXVIII from The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám (Translated by Edward Fitzgerald)
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Dover Beach - Matthew Arnold
The sea is calm tonight, The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves...
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‘We must carry each other. If we don’t have this, what are we? The...
– Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces
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‘People love each other for all sorts of different reasons,’ Roxane...
– Ann Patchett, Bel Canto
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More than love, I value kindness. Love comes and goes, but kindness remains.
– Aung San Suu Kyi
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