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“I hope there are days when your coffee tastes like magic, your playlist makes you dance, strangers make you smile, and the night sky touches your soul. I hope you fall in love with being alive again.”

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“In my hands is power. The power to hear or to destroy. To grant life or to cause death. I revere this gift, have honed it over time an art as magnificent and awesome as any painting in the Louvre. I an art, I am science. In all ways that matter, I am God. God must be ruthless and far-sighted. God studies his creations and selects. The best of these creations must be cherished, protected, sustained. Greatness rewards perfection. Yet even the flawed have purpose. A wise God experiment, considers, uses what comes into his hands and forges wonders. Yes, often without mercy, often with a violence the ordinary condemn. We who hold power cannot be detracted by the condemnations of the ordinary, by the petty and pitiful laws of simple man. They are blind, their minds are closed with fear-fear of pain, fear of death. They are too limited to comprehend that death can be conquered. I have nearly done so. If my work was discovered, they, with their foolish laws and attitudes, would damn me. When my work is complete, they will worship me.”

“یکی از شیوه های تعلیم رامبراند چنین بود که شاگردانش را در برابر آینه ای می نشاند ، کاغذ و قلم نقاشی به دستشان می داد، و از آنان می خواست از چهره ی خود طرح ها و تابلوهایی بپردازند و در این کار ممارست کنند تا تبحرشان مورد تأیید استاد قرار گیرد. از این روست که در گوشه و کنار دنیا و در مجموعه های خصوصی و‌ موزه ها به تابلوهای چهره نگاری متعددی از شاگردان جوان و نامدار رامبراند بر می خوریم.”

“At some point, Tracy sent me the demos for the next Static Saints album. I was knocked out, and soon became fixated on the song "Useful and Beautiful." It would likely be heard as an ode to sexual debasement, but I think it's also an invitation to root your life and your art in utility and beauty. I found myself returning endlessly to this question: How can we make Tracy's memoir more useful and more beautiful. I love that her song enacts what it extols. It reminds us that we can revel in sexual pleasure and perversity ("I've got uses, I've got bruises") while also opening up to become more expansive, more useful, and more beautiful ("Oh let me be a crashing wave. Oh let me be a secret cave.").”

“È la poesia, è la pittura a svellere da questo mondo le preoccupazioni che gravano sulla nostra vita, a proiettare davanti ai nostri occhi un mondo gradito. O anche la musica e la scultura. Anzi, più precisamente, non v’è neppure necessità di proiettarlo. Basta concepirne l’immagine perché nasca la poesia, scaturiscano i versi. Anche senza fermare sulla carta l’ispirazione percepiamo in fondo all’anima il tintinnio cristallino delle sue gemme. Anche senza spalmare sul cavalletto il rosso e l’azzurro, lo splendore dei colori appare spontaneamente agli occhi della nostra anima. Basta riuscire a vedere così il mondo in cui viviamo, questo impuro e volgare mondo terrestre, e a riprodurlo limpido e sereno nella macchina fotografica della nostra mente. Perciò anche un poeta muto che non ha mai scritto un verso, un pittore senza colori che non ha mai dipinto neppure un piccolo ritaglio di seta, per come riescono a vedere il mondo, a liberarsi dalle sue passioni, a entrare e a uscire in quell’universo di purezza, a costruire... (less)”