Posts tagged ‘Art’

May 15

“My life is a mosaic, and there’s no room in between pieces at all.”—Marcia Clark

They meet by serendipity,
in a surreal mirage of tile;
paired and spared for eternity,
to stand on the mosaic mile.

What is called good society is usually nothing but a mosaic of polished caricatures.

—Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

May 11

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” —Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

Shakespeare’s Prince of Denmark tells his scholarly pal, Horatio, of encountering a talking ghost wearing his late father’s armor and crown: an absurdity undreamt in Horatio’s philosophy, with which he is endowed by the enlightened rational faculty of the Bard of Avon.

Absurdity, n.: A statement or belief manifestly inconsistent with one’s own opinion.

—Ambrose Bierce

May 7

“The mind is like an umbrella. It’s most useful when open.” —Walter Gropius

Won’t flip inside-out in a gust
Nor flap like a gull in a gale
Impassively as iron rusts
The stoic umbrella prevails

Let a smile be your umbrella, and you’ll end up with a face full of rain.

—George Carlin

May 4

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“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.” —Albert Einstein

Miraculous is the way
To view the mystery displayed
Upon the screen of all we survey

Let us make our hearts as big as an ocean, to go beyond all the trifles of the world and see it only as a picture.

—Swami Vivekenanda

Apr 22

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“Life is like a ten speed bicycle. Most of us have gears we never use.” —Charles M. Schulz

Round the bipedal ring
A slotted loop of links
Clacks tandem wheels in sync
Reels the scenery screen

It is the unknown around the corner that turns my wheels.

—Heinz Stucke

Apr 16

“Who tells a finer tale than any of us. Silence does.” —Isak Dinesen

The tone of gloaming fog
A horn croaks like a frog
A long low silent moan
A windblown hollow log

Silence is as deep as eternity, speech as shallow as time.

—Thomas Carlyle

Apr 13

“A harvest of peace grows from seeds of contentment.” –Indian proverb

In the preface of history
Humans are made with invention
By the grace of their deities
The sublime in their perfection

The contented man can be happy with what appears to be useless.

—Hung Ko

Apr 5

“To become a philosopher, start by walking very slowly.” —Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Curling a toe
At the pace of the light
Creeping up the face of the night
As owls hoot and cocks crow
Commences the first step
In the art of the flaneur

It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presence may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.

—James Douglas

Apr 1

“I never saw a painting that would not be improved by the addition of tropical fish.” —John Cooper Clarke

One need not be golden to be pretty, but if not being pretty, one is being seafood.

Sometimes, when the water is quiet, you can almost hear the fish laughing at you.

—Anon

Mar 29

Posts tagged ‘Art’

They meet by serendipity,in a surreal mirage of tile;paired and spared for eternity,to stand on the mosaic mile.

What is called good society is usually nothing but a mosaic of polished caricatures.

—Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

Shakespeare’s Prince of Denmark tells his scholarly pal, Horatio, of encountering a talking ghost wearing his late father’s armor and crown: an absurdity undreamt in Horatio’s philosophy, with which he is endowed by the enlightened rational faculty of the Bard of Avon.

Absurdity, n.: A statement or belief manifestly inconsistent with one’s own opinion.

—Ambrose Bierce

Won’t flip inside-out in a gustNor flap like a gull in a galeImpassively as iron rustsThe stoic umbrella prevails

Let a smile be your umbrella, and you’ll end up with a face full of rain.

—George Carlin

Miraculous is the wayTo view the mystery displayedUpon the screen of all we survey

Let us make our hearts as big as an ocean, to go beyond all the trifles of the world and see it only as a picture.

—Swami Vivekenanda

Round the bipedal ringA slotted loop of linksClacks tandem wheels in syncReels the scenery screen

It is the unknown around the corner that turns my wheels.

—Heinz Stucke

The tone of gloaming fogA horn croaks like a frogA long low silent moanA windblown hollow log

Silence is as deep as eternity, speech as shallow as time.

—Thomas Carlyle

In the preface of history Humans are made with inventionBy the grace of their deitiesThe sublime in their perfection

The contented man can be happy with what appears to be useless.

—Hung Ko

Curling a toe At the pace of the light Creeping up the face of the nightAs owls hoot and cocks crowCommences the first step In the art of the flaneur

It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presence may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.

—James Douglas

One need not be golden to be pretty, but if not being pretty, one is being seafood.

Sometimes, when the water is quiet, you can almost hear the fish laughing at you.

—Anon

Of the first heaven of heavenly fameSecond heaven was a reflectionThe creator of both the sameThe artist in heaven one

The intellect of the wise is like glass; it admits the light of heaven and reflects it.

—Augustus Hare

They meet by serendipity,
in a surreal mirage of tile;
paired and spared for eternity,
to stand on the mosaic mile.

Won’t flip inside-out in a gust
Nor flap like a gull in a gale
Impassively as iron rusts
The stoic umbrella prevails

Miraculous is the way
To view the mystery displayed
Upon the screen of all we survey

Round the bipedal ring
A slotted loop of links
Clacks tandem wheels in sync
Reels the scenery screen

The tone of gloaming fog
A horn croaks like a frog
A long low silent moan
A windblown hollow log

In the preface of history
Humans are made with invention
By the grace of their deities
The sublime in their perfection

Curling a toe
At the pace of the light
Creeping up the face of the night
As owls hoot and cocks crow
Commences the first step
In the art of the flaneur

Of the first heaven of heavenly fame
Second heaven was a reflection
The creator of both the same
The artist in heaven one