Sunday, October 6, 2013
It’s so nice to be horizontal.
— Becca
Saturday, October 5, 2013
I kind of felt that I was cheating. And then I was like: I’m not cheating.
— Dana Schultz
Friday, October 4, 2013
You look up and you realize there is this unreal masonry arch over the produce section.
— Nat Oppenheimer
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Cornball jokes down here.
— John Hunter
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
AFOLABE
No man loses his shadow except it is in the night, and even then his shadow is hidden, not lost.
— Derek Walcott, “From Omeros”
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
No ideas but in things.
— William Carlos Williams via Paul Muldoon
Monday, September 30, 2013
I’m me.
Me be.
Goddamn.
I am.
— Weezer, “Undone (The Sweater Song)”
Sunday, September 29, 2013
What brought you to this curious piece of literature?
— Teddy
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Interestingly, it is the mere probability.
— Charles C. Camosy, “Peter Singer and Christian Ethics”
Friday, September 27, 2013
As my wife, the professional ethicist, often says: we don’t make important decisions in our life for rational reasons very often.
— Keith Barrington, “23 Weeks 6 Days," Radiolab
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Through the shells of empty buildings and great columns of glass.
They say you don’t look.
They say you don’t look.
— Andrew Bird, “Orpheo Looks Back”
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
The danger would be to be too reductive that it would become a concept.
— Jesse Reiser
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Art is something that’s wrapped around it maybe.
— Kai
Monday, September 23, 2013
Run.
— Ratatat, “Ghostface Killah & Jadakiss - Run”
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Like hammocks of skin.
— Paul Muldoon, “Dancers At The Moy”
Saturday, September 21, 2013
OK.
— David, C.O.G.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Friction is good, it keeps things together.
— John Hunter
Thursday, September 19, 2013
No, in an age of avant-gardism the only possible strategy to counter a new style which you detest is to leapfrog it.
— Tom Wolfe, The Painted Word
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
With a sigh Braque waited for his old comrade Pablo’s imminent collapse as a painter and a human being… But the damnedest thing happened instead! Picasso just kept ascending.
— Tom Wolfe, The Painted Word
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Only when he gave himself up to the idea that the arrow made its own way.
— Paul Muldoon