the bond between sound and an idea is radically arbitrary.
the bond between sound and an idea is radically arbitrary.
I have a few mass market books falling apart, II.
birds. page 18 & 19 of The Principles of Art.
I write when I’m sad. I read when I’m happy. (I have recently been “bad” at doing either because I teach, and teaching takes up a lot of my time. But I am learning to juggle the three.)
The post-it note is a note to myself about an essay I was writing about Jay-Z and Adorno. The paste job on the righthand-side page is a clip from the beginning of a Robert Frost poem, “Directive”. It’s my favorite poem, ever.
I do read when I’m sad and write when I’m happy. It’s just more likely to go this way. From The Principles of Art by Collingswood, pages 202-203.
this is my favorite page in my newest artbook endeavor. it’s pages xviii and xix of the introduction to a beat-up 1909 Gross & Dunlap copy of A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare. most of my posts will be from this book for now. or maybe not.