Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art.Brian Eno (via cavetocanvas, theresnoplacelikeyourmouth)
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Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices (via volumexii)
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I don’t know if this is true to you but for meCharles Bukowski, “A Moment” (via bookshavepores)
sometimes it gets so bad
that anything else
looking at a bird on an overhead
seems as great as a Beethoven
then you forget it and you’re back
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I wish I wrote the way I thoughtBenedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via benedictsmith)
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should
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The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create - so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.Pearl S. Buck (via theonlymagicleftisart)
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The truth is that solitude is the creative condition of genius, religious or secular, and the ultimate sterilising of it. No human soul can long ignore ‘the giant agony of the world’ and live, except indeed the mollusc life, a barnacle upon eternity.Helen Waddell, in her introduction to The Desert Fathers (via invisiblestories)
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A banker, an asylum seeker & a Daily Mail reader get shipwrecked & end up floating on a raft with nothing but a 10-pack of Mars bars to sustain them. The banker announces that he is an expert in resource management & so for everyone’s good he should take charge of the food. He proceeds to open the pack & stuffs nine of them into his mouth. Once he’s swallowed the last he gives the remaining bar to the Daily Mail reader, saying: “I’d keep my eye on that asylum seeker, if I were you. He’ll be after your chocolate.Christopher Brookmyre, When the Devil Drives (via lostdollsclub)
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