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Findings

A library of collectanea.


Throughout history, there are always new terrors – even if a few disappear, yet there are no new happinesses – happiness is always the old one.

Portraits — John Berger 2:58pm on October 21, 2017

I won’t make the same mistake again. I’ll make others, of course.

Portraits — John Berger 2:57pm on October 21, 2017

The images convincingly represent men, trees, hills, helmets, stones. And one knows that such things grow, develop, and have a life of their own, just as one knows that the acrobat can fall. Consequently, when here their forms are made to exist in perfect correspondence, you can only feel that all that has previously occurred to them, has occurred in preparation for this presented moment. Such a painting makes the present the apex of the whole past.

Portraits — John Berger 2:57pm on October 21, 2017

Imagine then what happens when somebody comes upon the silence of the Fayum faces and stops short. Images of men and women making no appeal whatsoever, asking for nothing, yet declaring themselves, and anybody who is looking at them, alive! They incarnate, frail as they are, a forgotten self-respect. They confirm, despite everything, that life was and is a gift.

Portraits — John Berger 2:56pm on October 21, 2017

The sitter had not yet become a model, and the painter had not yet become a broker for future glory. Instead, the two of them, living at that moment, collaborated in a preparation for death, a preparation which would ensure survival. To paint was to name, and to be named was a guarantee of this continuity.

Portraits — John Berger 2:55pm on October 21, 2017

We got rid of the day as well as we could.

What your days look like 2:45pm on October 21, 2017

The real issue with speed is not just how fast can you go, but where are you going so fast? It doesn’t help to arrive quickly if you wind up in the wrong place.

The art of finding what you didn’t know you were looking for 1:51pm on October 13, 2017

If you draw, the world becomes more beautiful, far more beautiful. Trees that used to be just scrub suddenly reveal their form. Animals that were ugly make you see their beauty. If you then go for a walk, you’ll be amazed how different everything can look. Less and less is ugly if every day you recognize beautiful forms in ugliness and learn to love them.

Austin Kleon — If you draw, the world becomes more beautiful, far… 6:06pm on September 20, 2017

It is as if the white tribe united in demonstration to say, “If a black man can be president, then any white man—no matter how fallen—can be president.”

Donald Trump Is the First White President – The Atlantic 10:58pm on September 10, 2017

“I no longer love blue skies,” said Rehman, who was injured by shrapnel in the attack. “In fact, I now prefer gray skies. The drones do not fly when the skies are gray.”

robertogreco 11:00pm on August 11, 2017

Our relationship was not abusive; it was a fight, not a battle; it was a competition for the oxygen in the room.

Dave Hickey’s Brief (Doomed) Surfing Days 7:46pm on August 4, 2017

What she had mistakenly assumed was her personality — driven, cranky, anxious and sad — turned out to be a deformative effect of her environment.

The ‘Busy’ Trap – The New York Times 9:53pm on July 6, 2017

Almost everyone I know is busy. They schedule in time with friends the way students with 4.0 G.P.A.’s  make sure to sign up for community service because it looks good on their college applications.

The ‘Busy’ Trap – The New York Times 9:52pm on July 6, 2017

And, what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals.

robertogreco 9:31pm on July 6, 2017

While we use recipes to inspire us, we never abandon our senses. Chiefly, taste. Taste is everything.

A Gazpacho Recipe to Follow — Then Discard – The New York Times 1:01pm on June 29, 2017

What I did not know when I was very young was that nothing can take the past away: the past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos: John Berger: Bloomsbury Paperbacks 11:27am on June 24, 2017

[On Van Gogh] A chair, a bed, a pair of boots. His act of painting them was far nearer than that of any other painter to the carpenter’s or the shoemaker’s act of making them.

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos: John Berger: Bloomsbury Paperbacks 11:27am on June 24, 2017

The masses, the required anonymous labor force, persist in remaining a population of individuals, despite their living and working conditions, despite their displacement.

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos: John Berger: Bloomsbury Paperbacks 11:27am on June 24, 2017

A name and two dates, the last one precise to the very day. This is what is recorded. About what happened between, apart from the bare fact of survival, not a word is written.

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos: John Berger: Bloomsbury Paperbacks 11:26am on June 24, 2017

One’s death is already one’s own. It belongs to nobody else: not even to a killer. This means that it is already part of one’s life.

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos: John Berger: Bloomsbury Paperbacks 11:25am on June 24, 2017