#so

Poetry is more than a form of art. It's a vibration and a pulsing heart. Whether it's sour or whether it's sweet. It can give you strength no one can defeat ↗

— Stanley Victor Paskavich

#life-philosophy #poetry #prose #reality #writing

I don't see why escapist literature shouldn't also be a work of art. ↗

— P.D. James

#art

You don’t rewrite it, censor it, or edit it, to suit some warped view you have of the past and your own present. ↗

— V.T. Davy

#censor #channel #crime #detective #edit

Na escola, a mediocridade vem regada à busca de novas teorias pedagógicas (normalmente com baixíssimo impacto ou possibilidade de verificação de suas premissas); na universidade, vem vestida de burocracia da produtividade e corporativismo de bando; na arte, nos discursos contemporâneos sobre a "destruição da forma". Modos distintos de "fazer nada" ocupando tempo e gerando institucionalização e papo-furado cheio de jargão técnico. ↗

— Luiz Felipe Pondé

#ensino #escola #mediocridade #professores #universidade

Admittedly, art is somewhat like spit. It does not repulse or even worry is while it is still inside of us, but once it exits our body, it becomes disgusting. ↗

— Ivan Brunetti

#cartooning #creativity #philosophy #spit #art

And what is written well and what is written badly...need we ask Lysias or any other poet or orator who ever wrote or will write either a political or other work, in meter or out of meter, poet or prose writer, to teach us this?" What is good, PhÊdrus, and what is not good...need we ask anyone to tell us these things? ↗

— Robert M. Pirsig

#art

It's, umm... art? ↗

— Spencer

#art

Painting, it is true, was undergoing a series of -isms reminiscent of the whims of a pregnant woman. ↗

— M.F.K. Fisher

#culture #society #art

Ik ga voor je zingen, een beetje vals misschien, maar ik zing toch. Ik zing terwijl jullie creperen, ik dans op je gore lijk... ↗

— Henry Miller

#art

Naast dit mensenras bestaat nog een ras van wezens, de onmenselijken, het ras der kunstenaars die, door onbekende impulsen geprikkeld, de levenloze massa van de mensen nemen en door de koortshitte en gisting die zij daarin verwekken dit kleffe deeg in brood veranderen en het brood in wijn en de wijn in zang. Uit dit dode compost en de inerte sintels brengen zij een lied voort dat besmet. ↗

— Henry Miller

#art