thebestside

• 2013-05-12

  likeafieldmouse:

  Cy Twombly - Letter of Resignation (1959-67)

  Twombly began all of his Letters with his signature in pencil, then layered them with house paint and crayon.

  “The dialogue played out on these sheets is one wrought with obsessiveness, an obsession with dreams, history, poetry and the seductive temptation of writing. Each drawing contains one particular line of Twombly’s inner dialogue, and in his desire to create a new form of expression, systems are built and simultaneously destroyed.”

  (via kakaji)

  Source: likeafieldmouse

• 2013-05-04

  

  naasirheydari:

  Rumi (trans. Arberry)

  (via zenhumanism)

  Source: naasirheydari

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  toinelikesart:

  Claude Monet

  Le bateau atelier

  (via antelucanhourglass)

  Source: toinelikesart

• 2013-04-29

  Duane Michals - The Human Condition (1969)

  (via the-night-picture-collector)

  Source: likeafieldmouse

• 2013-04-16

  Everyone is isolated from everyone else. The concept of society is like a cushion to protect us from the knowledge of that isolation. A fiction that serves as an anesthetic.

  — Paul Bowles (via theparisreview)

  (via hiddenarchive)

  Source: theparisreview

• 2013-04-10

  So much human cruelty is simply incidental is simply brainless. Simply no common sense. You could take the entirety of the common sense of humans and put it in the palm of your hand and still have room for your dick.

  — Anne Carson, Red Doc>(via proustitute)

  (via anotherword)

  Source: proustitute

• 2013-04-09

  

  gemmasguidetoart:

  Wanderer Above a Sea of Fog. Caspar David Friedrich. One of my favourite artists. 

  (via 7000rpm)

  Source: gemmasguidetoart

• 2013-03-31

  Não indagues, Leucónoe, ímpio é saber,
  a duração da vida
  que os deuses decidiram conceder-nos,
  nem consultes os astros babilônios:
  melhor é suportar
  tudo o que acontecer.
  Quer Júpiter te dê muitos invernos,
  quer seja o derradeiro
  este que vem fazendo o mar Tirreno
  cansar-se contra as rochas,
  mostra-te sábia, clarifica os vinhos,
  corta a longa esperança,
  que é breve nosso prazo de existência.
  Enquanto conversamos,
  foge o tempo invejoso.
  Desfruta o dia de hoje, acreditando
  o mínimo possível no amanhã.

  — Horácio, tradução de Péricles Eugênio da Silva Ramos (via caomijandonocaos)

  Source: caomijandonocaos

• 2013-03-29

  Gianpiero Addis: In vain

  gianpieroaddis:

  “For, comparatively inexperienced as you are, my dear young friend, did you never observe how little, very little, confidence, there is? I mean between man and man—more particularly between stranger and stranger. In a sad world it is the saddest fact. Confidence! I have sometimes almost thought…

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  All profound things, and emotions of things are preceded and attended by silence.

  — Herman Melville (via stuff—n—things)

  Source: stuff--n--things