Love letters and violent manifestos by history's great artists
In the midst of Umma Entemena overthrew Urlumma and killed him. He left behind 60 soldiers of his force dead on the bank of the canal.
I am Nin-jirsu. No country can bear my fierce stare, nobody escapes my outstretched arms.
The day was for supplication, the night was for prayer. The moonlight ... early morning, its master.
"Wake me early in the morning, I must not be late, or my teacher will cane me."
Your kingship is good for the people. The people spend their days in abundance thanks to you.
In order to find sweetness in the bed on the joyous coverlet, my lady bathes her holy thighs.
The First Law of the Land — 1. If any one ensnare another, putting a ban upon him, but he can not prove it, then he that ensnared him shall be put to death.
I am one of those gods, the Powers who effect the triumph of Osiris over his adversaries on the day of the Weighing of the Words : I am thy kinsman, Osiris.
Show me the man whose happiness was anything more than illusion, followed by disillusion.
How many words does it take to describe the meaning of life? 1.8 million it turns out.
Irony, humor, metaphysics and the meaning of life. The original philosophical masterwork.
Drama, tragedy, comedy and satire. Aristotle's masterclass on poetry and theater — too bad half of it's missing...
The gods have given him health, victory and power, and all other good things, and he and his children shall retain the kingship for all time.
Prince Rama's journey to rescue his wife Sita from the demon king Ravana. Keep on trucking Rama, your wife is in the next castle.
She is Divine Wisdom... She is awesome in terror as the Thunderer's lightening, and gentle in goodness as the sunshine.
When a woman is making love with a man, a sense of heat in her brain, which brings with it sensual delight, communicates the taste of that delight.
From tasting evil, the blood of the sons of Adam was turned into the poison of semen, out of which the sons of man are begotten.
Prophetic visions, or the hallucinations of ergot poisoning? You decide.
Now which is the worse defect? to be blind or dumb?
Dost thou see how the unjust tyranny of worldly power and the might of darkness prevail? Hear, thou knight of Christ, ride on beside the Lord Jesus; guard the truth, win the martyr's crown!
This is the antique form of the letters; but in these days there is used a more elegant text —
In what honour and dignity this art was anciently held amongst the Greeks and Romans, the old authors sufficiently testify; though afterwards all but lost, while it lay hid for more than a thousand years.
The first encyclopedia of artist biographies. It may be nearly 500 years old, but it's still fun to read.
And I who am changed through her, as the winged magician wishes, do not see or ask anything but virtue and beauty, whence I could perhaps discern your whole soul.
Without doubt you can call him John Testicle, who sets himself to criticizing someone else who could be his master for a hundred years.
Therefore one day it will come to pass, that the mouth of those vipers will be stopped and the triple crown will be brought to nought
The infinite complexities of the theory of beauty, distilled into six perfect principles. You read it here first, folks.
The Poetic Genius is the true Man and the body or outward form of Man is derived from the Poetic Genius.
And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs — Every child may joy to hear.
Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence. From these contraries spring what the religious call Good and Evil... Good is heaven. Evil is hell.
I travelled through a land of men, A land of men and women too, And heard and saw such dreadful things, As cold earth wanderers never knew.
The examples that I have the honor of presenting are the first results of my extensive research on the manner of fixing the image of objects by the action of light.
Light acts chemically upon bodies. It is absorbed, it combines with them, and communicates new properties. Such, in a few words, is the principle of the discovery.
Numerous experiments made by the author prove that light cannot fall upon a body without leaving traces of decomposition on the surface upon which it impinges.
My young reputation attracted a number of strangers to our house. Several distinguished personages came to see me, among them the notorious Count Orloff, one of Peter the Third's assassins.
On my arrival one of them brought in a jar of rose-water, with which he sprinkled my hands; then the tallest, whose name was Davich Kahn, gave me a sitting. I did him standing, with his hand on his dagger.
My indifference to money no doubt proceeded from the fact that wealth was not necessary to me.
The good, the enlightened of all ages and nations, have found pleasure and consolation in the beauty of the rural earth.
The pleasure of traveling, it seems to me, is chiefly experienced after the journey is over; when we can sit down by our own snug fire-side, free from all fatigues and annoyances...
We see that nations have sprung from obscurity, risen to glory, and decayed. Their rise has in general been marked by virtue; their decadence by vice, vanity, and licentiousness. Let us beware!
The plates of the present work are impressed by the agency of Light alone, without any aid from the artist's pencil.
Her spirit sits aloof, and high, Altho' it looks thro' her soft eye Sweetly and tenderly.
Her breath caught with short plucks and fast:— Then one hot choking strain. She never breathed again:
All knowledge hath taught me, All sorrow hath brought me, Are smothered sighs That pleasure lies
Silence was speaking at my side, With an exceedingly clear voice, I knew the calm as of a choice, Made in God for me, to abide.
A certain ennui is always with me, and when I forget my sorrow for a moment it’s because I’ve had a drink.
Painting is an essentially concrete art and can only consist of the representation of real and existing things
The armistice has just been rejected, so the war will carry on worse than before - I've often regretted sending you away from Paris, but now I'm glad I did. I'm joining the artillery and will be stationed at the Porte de Saint-Ouen...
I quite like the subject of violent exercise. It makes the most surprising painting you can imagine.
I went to see Monet yesterday and found him in despair and absolutely broke...Shall we do the deal ourselves? No one, and least of all he, should know that we're in on this.
We ask of our rulers no special favors, no special privileges, no special legislation. We ask justice.
Listen! There never was an artistic period. There never was an Art-loving nation. In the beginning, man went forth each day—all that they might gain and live, or lose and die.
Art should be independent of all clap-trap—should stand alone, and appeal to the artistic sense of eye or ear, without confounding this with emotions entirely foreign to it, as devotion, pity, love, patriotism, and the like.
I am literally penniless here, obliged to petition people, almost to beg for my keep, not having a penny to buy canvas and paints . . .
I remember being awakened one morning by voices in the room where I slept.
Suddenly an immense wave rose up like a raging mountain, caught the vessel and carried it towards the beach.
I am like a child at school. The new page is always going to be neatly written, and then pouf! . . . a blot. I'm still making blots . . . and I am 40 years old.
One must not look at color by itself, but in conjunction with the color of the sky! That sky is grey - but so iridescent that even our pure white would be unable to render the light and shimmer.
It would be a long trip indeed if one stopped at every attractive town or village, at every beautiful motif —
What if I should die suddenly, carried away by some swift disease? After my death they would search among my papers; my journal would be found, my family would destroy it, and in a short time, of me there would remain nothing—nothing—nothing!
And then everything will be ended. Everything will be ended. I shall die with the dying year.
All these celebrated men were in agreement in saying I should persevere and that notwithstanding my being forty years old it was still not too late.
I used to say: “What is naked is chaste, what is naked is beautiful,” and I didn’t know what it was. Now, I know it and I like it; alas! why must it not be chaste? and why must attractive delights of necessity be indecent?
The essential character of symbolic art consists in never approaching the concentrated kernel of the Idea in itself.
My mind seems to have become a kind of machine for grinding general laws out of large collections of facts
I AM emphatically of opinion that the best Art of modern times is as good as any of its kind that has gone before, and furthermore, that the best Art of England can hold its own against the world.
We’re in the presence of an unspoiled creature with the instincts of a wild beast. With Gauguin, blood and sex have the edge over ambition.
"...don't lose your temper and spoil our fun. After all, it isn't every day we come to Paris and good heavens, since we've seen all these lovely things at the Fair!"
For 2 months I’ve been working on a large sculpture , and I dare believe that it’s the best thing I’ve done up to now ... A monster who looks like me is taking the hand of a naked woman —
I am distressed, almost discouraged, and fatigued to the point of feeling slightly ill. What I am doing is no good, and in spite of your confidence I am very much afraid that my efforts will all lead to nothing.
Art is harmony. Harmony is the analogy of contrary elements and the analogy of similar elements of tone, color and line...
His appearance is notable because of his bushy beard ... believing as he does that complete freedom to produce must be granted to the innovator whose thought is elevated toward the beautiful and the good.
I'm sending this letter along with that of your dear daughter Anna, my dear colleague in the arts, in order to tell you of my deep affection for her.
"Money, lovely Money, don't ever leave me you are worth more than all the women in the world."
After tea it's back to painting - a large poplar at dusk with a gathering storm. Dusk falls - supper - then early to bed and early to rise the next morning.
Whoever wants to know something about me - as an artist which alone is significant - they should look attentively at my pictures...
I was born undisciplineable. No one was ever able to make me stick to the rules, not even in my youngest days.
Nature has more depth than surface, hence the need to introduce in our vibrations of light, represented by reds and yellows, enough blue tints to give a feeling of air.
What a pitfall the practice of Antiquity can be. — It is an art that is too rich, too perfect, too general, of bygone idealism, and for which the conventions have become nearly incomprehensible
What makes a piece of artwork significant, is the fullness of the artist’s efforts, the powerfulness of his or her will.
Expression, for me, does not reside in passions glowing in a human face or manifested by violent movement. The entire arrangement of my picture is expressive.
Literature has exalted pensive immobility, ecstasy, and sleep. We exalt aggressive action, a feverish insomnia...The world’s magnificence has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed.
We will declare war on all artists and institutions which insist a façade of false modernity...they are ensnared by tradition, academicism and nauseating cerebral laziness.
Every work of art is the child of its age and, in many cases, the mother of our emotions.
The motor bus rushes into the houses, and the houses throw themselves on the motor bus. The construction of pictures has hitherto been foolishly traditional.
A first encounter with any new phenomenon exercises immediately an impression on the soul.
Then there seems to me nothing special about what I have done. That torments me. Potency, potency is diminishing.
There is nothing real outside ourselves; there is nothing real except the coincidence of a sensation and an individual mental direction.
How can generations of sculptors can continue to construct dummies without asking why the exhibition halls of sculpture have become reservoirs of boredom and nausea?
Sit today, my dear child: whosoever's hungry, may bark: the warhose flies in the wind: the pointer with the trowel: is truly my worst foe.
I condemn without hesitation the position of the Knave of Diamonds, which has replaced creative activity with theorizing.
It is the creation of a new form which expresses the relativity between weight and expansion, between rotation and revolution; here, in fact, we have life itself caught in a form which life has created in its infinite succession of events.
Ancient life was all silence. Today, Noise reigns supreme over the sensibility of men.
I shake off the dust of the West, and I consider all those people ridiculous and backward who still imitate Western models in the hope of becoming pure painters and who fear literariness more than death.
Just as the ancients drew inspiration for their art from the elements of nature, we—who are materially and spiritually artificial—must find that inspiration in the elements of the utterly new mechanical world we have created.
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