In this painting Saraswati—the goddess of learning, arts, and music—sits upon her lotus throne that rests in the river of knowledge. Surrounded by sinuous lotus offshoots in a sea of springtime yellow, she plays the vina, a classical Indian instrument. “The Goddess Sarasvati,” around 1850-1875, India
Tu me manques
such an underrated track from the album
And the light returns!
Happy Winter Solstice from UWM Special Collections.
Wood engraving by Gaylord Schanilec from his book Sylvae (Stockholm, Wis.: Midnight Paper Sales, 2007), printed in an edition of 120 copies.
Sitting in the big auditorium, feeling like I don't deserve any of this, feeling like I'm just a spy, trying hard to taste the triumph. For a moment I just played my part so well, that I almost believed It. I felt part of these people who really try, who give it all for a conviction, who apparently work daily to fulfill these random dreams, of holding this cardboard and make a place for themselves in the world.
For a second, I abandoned myself to the idea of greatness, suddenly simple things seemed so unfulfilling, this hunger for more appeared, to do more, to earn more. Ideas revolved in my head as this old man gave those speeches about virtue. Maybe I want this, endless days of suffering and modern slavery so I can say that after all, I'm not a waste of space and time. Suddenly I imagined myself in the same spot, giving speeches of virtue as well. These little voices in my head saying "Maybe it is worth the try".