Metaphors & Co

"There are metaphors more real than the people who walk in the street. There are images tucked away in books that live more vividly than many men and women. There are phrases from literary works that have a positively human personality. There are passages from my own writing that chill me with fright, so distinctly do I feel them as people, so sharply outlined do they appear against the walls of my room, at night, in shadows… I’ve written sentences whose sound, read out loud or silently (impossible to hide their sound), can only be of something that acquired absolute exteriority and a full-fledged soul." ~ Fernando Pessoa The Book of Disquiet

"When I was a young man I was always hunting for new metaphors. Then I found out that really good metaphors are always the same. I mean you compare time to a road, death to sleeping, life to dreaming, and those are the great metaphors in literature because they correspond to something essential. If you invent metaphors, they are apt to be surprising during the fraction of a second, but they strike no deep emotion whatever. If you think of life as a dream, that is a thought, a thought that is real, or at least that most men are bound to have, no? “What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed.” I think that's better than the idea of shocking people, than finding connections between things that have never been connected before, because there is no real connection, so the whole thing is a kind of juggling." ~Jorge Luis Borges

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huatunan:

The eagle is flying in the street, and has the sharp eye. Street art in China Foshan city.

My models—my private models—are not Hemingway, not Faulkner, not Dos Passos, or indeed any American writer. I model myself on jazz musicians, dancers, a couple of whores, and a few junkies. —James Baldwin, hallelujah amen. 

My models—my private models—are not Hemingway, not Faulkner, not Dos Passos, or indeed any American writer. I model myself on jazz musicians, dancers, a couple of whores, and a few junkies. —James Baldwin, hallelujah amen. 

madewithpaper: Made With Paper by sarahbachtold: I found this old short French film on Netflix called “The Red Balloon”. I remember watching the film in grade school. We used to watch films on the last day of school in the school gym on the film projector. This film apparently won a lot of film festival awards back in 1956. I sketched an opening scene at the bus stop but removed a few people. I changed the street name to reflect the name of the film.

madewithpaper:

Made With Paper by sarahbachtold:

I found this old short French film on Netflix called “The Red Balloon”. I remember watching the film in grade school. We used to watch films on the last day of school in the school gym on the film projector. This film apparently won a lot of film festival awards back in 1956. I sketched an opening scene at the bus stop but removed a few people. I changed the street name to reflect the name of the film.

“Como hacerte saber” Mario Benedetti.

Como hacerte saber que siempre hay tiempo?
Que uno tiene que buscarlo y dárselo…
Que nadie establece normas, salvo la vida…
Que la vida sin ciertas “normas” pierde forma…
Que la forma no se pierde con “abrirnos”…
Que abrirnos no es amar indiscriminadamente…
Que no está prohibido amar…
Que también se puede odiar…
Que la agresión porque sí, hiere mucho…
Que las heridas se cierran…
Que las puertas no deben cerrarse…
Que la mayor puerta es el afecto…
Que los afectos, nos definen…
Que definirse no es remar contra la corriente…
Que no cuanto más fuerte se hace el trazo, más se dibuja…
Que negar palabras, es abrir distancias…
Que encontrarse es muy hermoso…
Que el Sexo forma parte de lo hermoso de la vida…
Que la vida parte del Sexo…
Que el por qué de los niños, tiene su porqué…
Que querer saber de alguien, no es sólo curiosidad…
Que saber todo de todos, es curiosidad malsana…
Que nunca está de más agradecer…
Que autodeterminación no es hacer las cosas solo…
Que nadie quiere estar solo…
Que para no estar solo hay que dar…
Que para dar, debemos recibir antes…
Que para que nos den también hay que saber pedir…
Que saber pedir no es regalarse…
Que regalarse en definitiva no es quererse…
Que para que nos quieran debemos demostrar qué somos…
Que para que alguien sea, hay que ayudarlo…
Que ayudar es poder alentar y apoyar…
Que adular no es apoyar…
Que adular es tan pernicioso como dar vuelta la cara…
Que las cosas cara a cara son honestas…
Que nadie es honesto porque no robe…
Que cuando no hay placer en las cosas no se está viviendo…
Que para sentir la vida hay que olvidarse que existe la muerte…
Que se puede estar muerto en vida..
Que se siente con el cuerpo y la mente…
Que con los oídos se escucha…
Que cuesta ser sensible y no herirse…
Que herirse no es desangrarse…
Que para no ser heridos levantamos muros…
Que sería mejor construir puentes…
Que sobre ellos se van a la otra orilla y nadie vuelve…
Que volver no implica retroceder…
Que retroceder también puede ser Avanzar…
Que no por mucho avanzar se amanece más cerca del Sol…

Como hacerte saber que nadie establece normas, salvo la vida?

Mario Benedetti.


How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
David Foster Wallace’s The Pale King 

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LIFE With Picasso: Portraits of the Artist at Work and at Play, 1948-1967 ↘

laphamsquarterly: TERMS OF VENERY What’s your favorite term of venery? We enjoy of a shrewdness of apes, though a kindle of kittens is always nice to have around the house. 

laphamsquarterly:

TERMS OF VENERY

What’s your favorite term of venery? We enjoy of a shrewdness of apes, though a kindle of kittens is always nice to have around the house. 

All in all, the creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualification and thus adds his contribution to the creative act.
Marcel Duchamp (via elissandras)