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 […]
Month: December 2018
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, […]