For, When What He Knows As Art Is Relegated To The Museum And Gallery, The Unconquerable Impulse Towards
For, when what he knows as art is relegated to the museum and gallery, the unconquerable impulse towards experiences enjoyable in themselves finds such outlet as the daily environment provides.
- John Dewey, Art as Experience
More Posts from Moonmovement and Others
Above my own life on a crippled wing I soar, oh, I soar
Julia Hartwig, On the Heights tr. Regina Grol
the beauty’s really in the movement, in watching your mouth try to swallow despair.
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
Fifty Days at Iliam: The Fire The Consumes All Before It
Cy Twombly, 1978
Oil, oil crayon, and graphite on canvas
Photo taken from the Philadelphia Museum of Art
Sometimes, there seems to be a halfway point between where you've been and everywhere else, and we were there.
Ada Limón, Oh Please, Let It Be Lightning
Of the moon all that's left is a stain upon the window.
Garous Abdolmalekian, Necklace tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey
free me from my longing
Anna Czekanowicz, tr. Regina Grol
“I am the ocean; the earth; whatever dies for you.”
— Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; “The Black Trailor (A Noir Fiction),” (via loveage-moondream)
I was so pleased to be seen
- Heather Christle, The Crying Book
I found this really cool list of women’s translations of ancient Greek and Roman texts! It lists English-language translations dating from the 17th century to 2015.
