James Joyce: “Epiphanies (def): The revelation of the what-ness of a thing; the moment in which the soul of the commonest object seems to us radiant”


Lovely.

Strange and wondrous sights of this morning. . .

Here's what all I saw before my first class today:


A bird growing out of the wall of the library.

A flower in my pancake at breakfast.

A giraffe (and a moose) in the window. Of the third floor.

READ MORE STEVENS. please.

Contrary Theses (II)
by Wallace Stevens

One chemical afternoon in mid-autumn,
When the grand mechanics of earth and sky were near;
Even the leaves of the locust were yellow then,

He walked with his year-old boy on his shoulder.
The sun shone and the dog barked and the baby slept.
The leaves, even of the locust, the green locust.

He wanted and looked for a final refuge,
From the bombastic intimations of winter
And the martyrs a la mode. He walked toward

An abstract, of which the sun, the dog, the boy
Were contours. Cold was chilling the wide-moving swans.
The leaves were falling like notes from a piano.

The abstract was suddenly there and gone again.
The negroes were playing football in the park.
The abstract that he saw, like the locust-leaves, plainly:

The premiss from which all things were conclusions,
The noble, Alexandrine verve. The flies
And the bees still sought the chrysanthemums’ odor.

In two weeks, this is where you'll find me

"An art school is a place where about three people work with feverish energy and everybody else idles to a degree that I should have conceived unattainable by human nature."
-G. K. Chesterton

Please let me be one of the three.

Coldplay - Life In Technicolor ii

This is fantastic!

Northern Lights

I will see this with my own eyes one day.