drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via chazkeats)
— Hannah Sofia
an illusion, a dewdrop, a bubble
a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning
view all created things like this.
— Red Pine, The Diamond Sutra
— John Knowles, A Separate Peace (via itsfromabook)
Abstract design is all right - for wallpaper or linoleum. But art is the process of evoking pity and terror. What modern artists do is pseudo-intellectual masturbation. Creative art is intercourse, in which the artist renders emotional his audience. These laddies who won’t deign to do that - or can’t - lost the public. …One does have to learn to look at art. But it’s up to the artist to use language that can be understood. Most of these jokers don’t want to use language you and I can learn; they would rather sneer because we ‘fail’ to see what they are driving at. If anything. Obscurity is the refuge of incompetence.
— Jubal Harshaw, from Robert A. Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land