i12bent: Gilles Deleuze (Jan. 18, 1925 - 1995), French philosopher and critic of the rhizomic kind… “A book is a small cog in a much more complex, external machinery. Writing is a flow among others; it enjoys no special privilege and enters into relationships of current and countercurrent, of back-wash with other flows - the flows of shit, sperm, speech, action, eroticism, money, politics, etc. Like Bloom, writing on the sand with one hand and masturbating with the other - two flows in what relationship?” - from I Have Nothing to Admit, 1973 Image: Cover photo of a book on Deleuze’s Key Concepts Last year’s Deleuze

i12bent:

Gilles Deleuze (Jan. 18, 1925 - 1995), French philosopher and critic of the rhizomic kind…

“A book is a small cog in a much more complex, external machinery. Writing is a flow among others; it enjoys no special privilege and enters into relationships of current and countercurrent, of back-wash with other flows - the flows of shit, sperm, speech, action, eroticism, money, politics, etc. Like Bloom, writing on the sand with one hand and masturbating with the other - two flows in what relationship?” - from I Have Nothing to Admit, 1973

Image: Cover photo of a book on Deleuze’s Key Concepts

Last year’s Deleuze

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Camelia Elias, The Tromsonian (oil & acrylic)

Camelia Elias, The Tromsonian (oil & acrylic)

lumpy-pudding: Sonnet XXX: When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent ThoughtWilliam ShakespeareWhen to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:Then can I drown an eye, unus’d to flow,For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,And weep afresh love’s long since cancell’d woe,And moan th’ expense of many a vanish’d sight;Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,And heavily from woe to woe tell o’erThe sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,Which I new pay as if not paid before.But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,All losses are restor’d, and sorrows end.

lumpy-pudding:

Sonnet XXX: When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought

William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unus’d to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancell’d woe,
And moan th’ expense of many a vanish’d sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d, and sorrows end.

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i12bent:

Nathan Milstein, violinist and impeccable Bach interpreter, was born in Odessa to a Jewish-Ukranian family on Dec. 31, 1903. He debuted on American soil in 1929, and 50 years later celebrated a vast career with a legendary concert in Carnegie Hall…

Here he performs with astonishing ease and virtuosity: J.S. Bach, Partita No. 3 in E, BWV 1006

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PULVERIZING PORTRAITS

i12bent: Duke Ellington by Thomas Macvoy, 1957 - LIFE “You’ve got to find some way of saying it without saying it.” — Duke Ellington

i12bent:

Duke Ellington by Thomas Macvoy, 1957 - LIFE

“You’ve got to find some way of saying it without saying it.” — Duke Ellington

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i12bent: Piet Hein’s ‘superelliptic’ egg sculpture in front of Danish castle, Egeskov… Photo: Philip Gould Click for high-res photo

i12bent:

Piet Hein’s ‘superelliptic’ egg sculpture in front of Danish castle, Egeskov…

Photo: Philip Gould

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i12bent: Dec. 10 is the birthday of one of the most important American poets, the inimitable Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886): LOVE is anterior to life,Posterior to death,Initial of creation, andThe exponent of breath. More Emily on OF Click for high-res photo

i12bent:

Dec. 10 is the birthday of one of the most important American poets, the inimitable Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886):

LOVE is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.

More Emily on OF

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lumpy-pudding: Rainer Maria Rilke: Evening Slowly the evening changes into the clothesheld for it by a row of ancient trees;you look: and two worlds grow separate from you,one ascending to heaven, another, that falls;and leave you, belonging not wholly to either one,not quite as dark as the house that remains silent,not quite as certainly sworn to eternityas that which becomes star each night and rises—and leave you (unsayably to disentangle) your life with all its immensity and fear and great ripening,so that, all but bounded, all but understood,it is by turns stone in you and star. (transl. by Cliff Crego) Photo © Bildarchiv Preußischer Kulturbesitz

lumpy-pudding:

Rainer Maria Rilke: Evening

Slowly the evening changes into the clothes
held for it by a row of ancient trees;
you look: and two worlds grow separate from you,
one ascending to heaven, another, that falls;

and leave you, belonging not wholly to either one,
not quite as dark as the house that remains silent,
not quite as certainly sworn to eternity
as that which becomes star each night and rises—

and leave you (unsayably to disentangle) your life
with all its immensity and fear and great ripening,
so that, all but bounded, all but understood,
it is by turns stone in you and star.

(transl. by Cliff Crego)

Photo © Bildarchiv Preußischer Kulturbesitz

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i12bent: And while I am away, this one goes out to the one I love… (found at Sparkling Pants’ Tumblr.) (A tradition)

i12bent:

And while I am away, this one goes out to the one I love… (found at Sparkling Pants’ Tumblr.)

(A tradition)

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