Q: What things bore you?
Roberto Bolaño: The empty discourse of the Left. I take for granted the empty discourse of the Right.
– From an interview with Monica Maristain for Playboy Magazine, republished in Between Parenthesis as “The End: Distant Star.”
I am really digging this article, which observes that ideology is the way that humans augmented reality long before smartphones. After all, ideology – what we believe about the world – is the primary filter through which we inform our view of, and interaction with, our surroundings every day.
In the distance is the gloom of the end of days, when the sun calls home its wandering rays, when all of the iron has gone to rust, and every living thing has turned to dust. There won’t be anyone left to float your boat, they all went to high ground while their vessels still float, they scream God’s will but you know it’s a lie, by your own book it says by fire next time; the golden eggs cracked open, and there was nothing inside. Cast all dispersions build a levee of lies. I can see it comin’: bite down on the leather, and close your eyes, there’s nothin’ to be done that can turn the tide. The money in your eyes has left you blind. You’ll be the one drownin’ when it’s swimmin’ time
– Shovels and Rope, “Swimmin’ Time”
And when you hide poetry behind rules so you can charge tuition to teach it, the rappers stand up to carry it forward. A good example (there are many examples): this one-take freestyle with Black Thought of The Roots. I’m linking to Kottke, where I found this, because he’s better at explaining how awesome this is.
If I had to hold up the most heavily fortified bank in America, I’d take a gang of poets. The attempt would probably end in disaster, but it would be beautiful.
– Roberto Bolaño, in “THE BEST GANG,” (January 1999 – April 2000), Between Parenthesis
It occurs to me that my thought process is essentially analog; my thoughts flow in forms warm and cold, strong and weak, loud and quiet. I think in terms of fields, vaguely topographical, upon which I am mostly, but not completely, blind. The solution I’m looking for is always in the exact center of this topography, but I only know what the center looks like when I finally arrive there. Is this intuition?
We are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps but an expression of a poetry that was lost.
– Gaston Bachelard, in The Poetics of Space
It’s tempting to think of art as a purely aesthetic pursuit, a process that generates beautiful things to hang on the walls of galleries and homes, but artists, can use their skills to create art that does other things too. In this case, Laurence Aëgerter has collected photographs, both his and others’, to create a book that, in its strange pairings, works to keep the mind active, treating dementia. It’s inspiring to see such cross-disciplinary work; the world needs more of such boundaries blurred.
– via Hyperallergic