

Photos: Anastasia Cojocaru
Photo: Anastasia Cojocaru
“If you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. Follow your bliss and don’t be afraid, and doors will open where you didn’t know they were going to be.”
― Joseph Campbell
‘Would it be too childish of me to say: I want? But I do want: theatre, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder’.
— Sylvia Plath
“The most important thing for everyone in Gringolandia is to have ambition and become ‘somebody’, and frankly, I don’t have the least ambition to become anybody.”
― Frida Kahlo
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by Elizabeth Bishop
by Philip Larkin
Continuing to live — that is, repeat
A habit formed to get necessaries —
Is nearly always losing, or going without.
It varies.
This loss of interest, hair, and enterprise —
Ah, if the game were poker, yes,
You might discard them, draw a full house!
But it’s chess.
And once you have walked the length of your mind, what
You command is clear as a lading-list.
Anything else must not, for you, be thought
To exist.
And what’s the profit? Only that, in time,
We half-identify the blind impress
All our behavings bear, may trace it home.
But to confess,
On that green evening when our death begins,
Just what it was, is hardly satisfying,
Since it applied only to one man once,
And that one dying.
‘By reducing the work of art to its content and then interpreting that, one tames the work of art. Interpretation makes art manageable, comfortable. […] What is important is to recover our senses. We must learn to see more, to hear more, to feel more’.
– Susan Sontag
‘I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.’
― Anaïs Nin
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