Virginia Woolf (January 25, 1882 – March 28, 1941)
Making the unknown—known—in terms of one’s medium is all-absorbing—if you stop to think of the form—as form you are lost—The artist’s form must be inevitable—You mustn’t even think you won’t succeed—Whether you succeed or not is irrelevant—there is no such thing. Making your unknown known is the important thing—and keeping the unknown always beyond you—catching crystallizing your simpler clearer version of life—only to see it turn stale compared to what you vaguely feel ahead—that you must always keep working to grasp—the form must take care of its self if you can keep your vision clear.
Adyashanti (October 26, 1962 -)
To be loving isn’t to be perfect — it’s to be connected and warm with both ourselves and others. It’s to be residing in the humble heart.
Jane Hirshfield (February 24, 1953 -)
I don’t think poetry is based just on poetry; it is based on a thoroughly lived life. And so I couldn’t just decide I was going to write no matter what; I first had to find out what it means to live.
Anthony Burgess (February 25, 1917 – November 22, 1993)
Every grain of experience is food for the greedy growing soul of the artist.
Alan Lightman (November 28, 1948 -)
Excerpt From Song of Two Worlds
So much I’ve lost,
I have nothing
Except a fierce hunger
To fathom this world.
Naked, I knock on the door,
Wearing only my questions.
One thousand questions, and each gives
An answer, which then forms a question.
The questions and answers will meld with each other
Like colors of light,
Like the light rays that once crossed the space
Of the cosmos
And rest now in the small warmth of a hand.
I knock on the doors of the universe,
Asking: What makes the swirl
Of Ghazali love songs?
And the parallel singing of loss?
And the choice to live life alone?
I surrender my calipers, rules, and clocks,
Microscopes, diodes, transistors,
Glass flasks. For how can I measure
The stroke of a passion? Or dissect a grief
With the digits of pi?
Thus, I stand naked, with nothing
Except a fierce hunger to fathom this world,
To embark on this road
Without length without breadth.
Timothy Snyder (August 18, 1969 -)
Americans are no wiser than the Europeans who saw democracy yield to fascism, Nazism, or communism…Our one advantage is that we might learn from their experience… You submit to tyranny when you renounce the difference between what you want to hear and what is actually the case… Accepting Post-truth is pre-fascism, and to abandon facts is to abandon freedom.
Ana Mendieta (November 18, 1948 – September 8, 1985)
The making of my ‘Silueta’ in nature keeps the transition between my homeland and my new home. It is a way of reclaiming my roots and becoming one with nature. Although the culture in which I live is part of me, my roots and cultural identity are a result of my Cuban heritage.
Ana Mendieta, Guanaroca (Esculturas Rupestres), 1981, [First Woman (Rupestrian Sculptures)].The Estate of Ana Mendieta Collection, LLC, via Galerie Lelong & Co. NYT