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29
Nov
The past always speaks as an oracle: only as master builders of the future who know the present will you understand it.
Friedrich Nietzsche, On the Advantage and Disadvantage of History for Life, 1874
Dexter Dalwood, “Sunny Von Bulow,” 2003
27
Nov
People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, 1925
Photos by Kristopher Schmelzer, 2011
19
Oct
yet, do not grieve; / She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, / For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
John Keats, “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” 1820
Edie Sedgwick photographed by Fred Eberstadt for Life Magazine, 1965
23
Sep
—the best gesture of my brain is less than / your eyelids’ flutter which says // we are for each other: then / laugh, leaning back in my arms / for life’s not a paragraph // And death i think is no parenthesis
e.e. cummings, “since feeling is first,” 1926
Alex Katz, “Upside Down Ada,” 1965
05
Sep
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which
way does your beard point tonight? / … / Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent cottage?
Allen Ginsberg, “A Supermarket in California,” 1955
Tom Wesselmann, “Still Life #35,” 1963
28
Aug
Son of man, / You cannot say, or guess, for you know only / A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, / And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, / And the dry stone no sound of water.
Salvador Dalí and Walt Disney, “Destino,” 2003
21
Aug
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! / Shades of the prison-house begin to close / Upon the growing Boy, / But He beholds the light, and whence it flows / He sees it in his joy
William Wordsworth, “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood,” 1803-06
Pablo Picasso, Seated Man, 1965
18
Aug
All of this danced up and down, like a company of gnats, each separate, but all marvelously controlled in an invisible elastic net—danced up and down in Lily’s mind …
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse, 1927
Gilbert Garcin, Diogenes or Lucidity, 2005
