Posts Tagged ‘ darkness ’

Andrea Gibson: “the madness vase” – YouTube

John Berger on Rembrandt

A Journey Through James Turrell’s Disorienting World at the Newly Expanded MASS MoCA

Installation view of James Turrell: Into the Light in Building 6 at the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art (© James Turrell, photo by Florian Holzherr)

Into the Light, which will remain on long-term view at the museum, brings together installations from every stage of Turrell’s five-decade career.

Source: A Journey Through James Turrell’s Disorienting World at the Newly Expanded MASS MoCA

Rebecca Solnit: How to Find Hope in a New Era of Darkness | Broadly

Photo courtesy Rebecca Solnit

“Hope in the Dark” is about the reality that we don’t know what will happen next, and in that uncertainty is room to act. But what’s going to be really difficult, and what I saw in the nuclear freeze movement in the early 80s, is that people think if we don’t win tomorrow or we don’t achieve exactly what we’ve set out to do then we’ve achieved nothing or we lost. Success often takes years or decades and often a number of extraordinary benefits take place along the way that are indirect or unanticipated and those absolutely matter.”

Source: Rebecca Solnit: How to Find Hope in a New Era of Darkness | Broadly

TOM CLARK: In the Dark

God protect us from generalizations. There are a great many opinions in this world, and a good half of them are professed by people who have never been in trouble.

— Anton Chekhov (1860-1904): from At the Mill (1886)

GREECE – Migrants comfort each other after they have reached the Greek island of Kos. By @atzortzinis #AFP: image via Frédérique Geffard @fgeffardAFP, 13 August 2015

TOM CLARK.

from  James Agee, “A Death in the Family” | Mythology of Blue

And somewhat as in blind night, on a mild sea, a sailor may be made aware of an iceberg, fanged and mortal, bearing invisibly near, by the unwarned charm of its breath, nothingness now revealed itself: that permanent night upon which the stars in their expiring generations are less than the glinting of gnats, and nebulae, more trivial than winter breath; that darkness in which eternity lies bent and pale, a dead snake in a jar, and infinity is the sparkling of a wren blown out to sea; that inconceivable chasm of invulnerable silence in which cataclysms of galaxies rave mute as amber.

— James Agee, A Death in the Family

Mythology of Blue : And somewhat as in blind night, on a mild sea, a….

A Longhouse Birdhouse: ALEJANDRA PIZARNIK ~

Alejandra Pizarnik

(1936-1972)

MORTAL TIES

     A single thought cast out words like lifelines at sea. Making love

inside our embrace implied a black light: a darkness that started

gleaming. A rediscovered light, twice extinguished already, yet more

vibrant than a thousand suns. The color of a mausoleum for infants,

the deadened hues of repressed desire, opened up in the savage

room. The rhythm of our bodies disguised the flight of the ravens.

The rhythm of our bodies carved out a space of light inside that light.

A Longhouse Birdhouse: ALEJANDRA PIZARNIK ~.