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October 27, 2005

sitting side by side

My car's my best friend. My office. My home. My location. I have a very intimate sense when I am in a car with someone next to me. We're in the most comfortable seats because we're not facing each other, but sitting side by side. We don't look at each other, but instead do so only when we want to. We're allowed to look around without appearing rude. We have a big screen in front of us and side views. Silence doesn't seem heavy or difficult. Nobody serves anybody. And many other aspects. One most important thing is that it transports us from one place to another.

Abbas Kiarostami

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October 26, 2005

catalyst for change

As a photojournalist, I feel the end game is to make people aware: to be a catalyst for change. Not only with the public but with policy makers and people who have the power to make a difference. There are many outlets that we can follow to make the work effective and to create the change we feel necessary.

Marcus Bleasdale

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October 25, 2005

where do we come from? what are we? where are we going?


Where are we going? Near to death an old woman....What are we? Day to day existence.....Where do we come from? Source. Child. Life begins....Behind a tree two sinister figures, cloaked in garments of somber color, introduce, near the tree of knowledge, their note of anguish caused by that very knowledge in contrast to some simple beings in a virgin nature, which might be paradise as conceived by humanity, who give themselves up to the happiness of living.

Paul Gauguin

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October 23, 2005

meeting-place of the invisible

I can't tell you what art does and how it does it, but I know that art has often judged the judges, pleaded revenge to the innocent and shown to the future what the past has suffered, so that it has never been forgotten.

I know too that the powerful fear art, whatever its form, when it does this, and that amongst the people such art sometimes runs like a rumor and a legend because it makes sense of what life's brutalities cannot, a sense that unites us, for it is inseparable from a justice at last. Art, when it functions like this, becomes a meeting-place of the invisible, the irreducible, the enduring, guts and honor.

John Berger

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October 18, 2005

a disposition to preserve, and an ability to improve...

A man full of warm speculative benevolence may wish his society otherwise constituted than he finds it: but a good patriot, and a true politician, always considers how he shall make the most of the existing materials of his country. A disposition to preserve, and an ability to improve, taken together, would be my standard of a statesman.

Edmund Burke

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October 13, 2005

sentence of grace

I believe in God, Mozart and Beethoven...I believe in the Holy Spirit and the truth of the one, individual Art...I believe that through this Art all men are saved, and therefore each may die of hunger for Her...I believe...that true disciples of high Art will be transfigured in a heavenly veil of sun-drenched fragrance and sweet sound, and united for eternity with the divine fount of all Harmony. May mine be the sentence of grace! Amen!

Richard Wagner

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October 9, 2005

dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Leonard Cohen

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October 2, 2005

characteristics of the beautiful

I have found a definition of the Beautiful, of my own conception of the Beautiful. It is something intense and sad, something a little vague, leaving scope for conjecture. I am ready, if you will, to apply my ideas to a sentient object, to that object, for example, which Society finds the most interesting of all, a woman's face. A beautiful and seductive head, a woman's head, I mean, makes one dream, but in a confused fashion, at once of pleasure and of sadness; conveys an idea of melancholy, of lassitude, even of satiety-a contradictory impression, of an ardour, that is to say, and a desire for life together with a bitterness which flows back upon them as if from a sense of deprivation and hopelessness. Mystery and regret are also characteristics of the Beautiful.


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October 1, 2005

the most inclined to love...

I am, of all men who were ever born, the most inclined to love others. Whenever I meet someone who possesses talents or displays dexterity of mind, who can do or say something better than the rest of the world, I cannot help but fall in love with him; and then I give myself up to him so entirely that I am no longer my own property, but wholly his...


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