i wished i couLd write

and the devil said 'go ahead'.
tsamikos. - on the #sketchblog.

Στα κακοτράχαλα τα βουνά με το σουράβλι και το ζουρνά πάνω στην πέτρα την αγιασμένη χορεύουν τώρα τρεις αντρειωμένοι.

tsamikos. - on the #sketchblog.

Στα κακοτράχαλα τα βουνά με το σουράβλι και το ζουρνά πάνω στην πέτρα την αγιασμένη χορεύουν τώρα τρεις αντρειωμένοι.

austinkleon:

Saul Steinberg and Kurt Vonnegut
In A Man Without A Country, Vonnegut called Steinberg “the wisest person I ever met in my entire life”:

I could ask him anything, and six seconds would pass, and then he would give me a perfect answer, gruffly, almost a growl. He was born in Romania, in a house where, according to him, “the geese looked in the windows.”
I said, “Saul, how should I feel about Picasso?”
Six seconds passed, and then he said, “God put him on Earth to show us what it’s like to be really rich.” I said, “Saul, I am a novelist, and many of my friends are novelists and good ones, but when we talk I keep feeling we are in a very different businesses. What makes me feel that way?”
Six seconds passed, and then he said, “It’s very simple. There are two sorts of artists, one not being in the least superior to the other. But one responds to the history of his or her art so far, and the other responds to life itself.”
I said, “Saul, are you gifted?”
Six seconds passed, and then he growled, “No. But what you respond to in any work of art is the artist’s struggle against his or her limitations.’

Filed under: Steinberg, Vonnegut

austinkleon:

Saul Steinberg and Kurt Vonnegut

In A Man Without A Country, Vonnegut called Steinberg “the wisest person I ever met in my entire life”:

I could ask him anything, and six seconds would pass, and then he would give me a perfect answer, gruffly, almost a growl. He was born in Romania, in a house where, according to him, “the geese looked in the windows.”

I said, “Saul, how should I feel about Picasso?”

Six seconds passed, and then he said, “God put him on Earth to show us what it’s like to be really rich.” I said, “Saul, I am a novelist, and many of my friends are novelists and good ones, but when we talk I keep feeling we are in a very different businesses. What makes me feel that way?”

Six seconds passed, and then he said, “It’s very simple. There are two sorts of artists, one not being in the least superior to the other. But one responds to the history of his or her art so far, and the other responds to life itself.”

I said, “Saul, are you gifted?

Six seconds passed, and then he growled, “No. But what you respond to in any work of art is the artist’s struggle against his or her limitations.’

Filed under: Steinberg, Vonnegut

(via darksilenceinsuburbia)

Begin with something in your range. Then write it as a secret. I’d be paralyzed if I thought I had to write a great novel, and no matter how good I think a book is on one day, I know now that a time will come when I will look upon it as a failure. The gratification has to come from the effort itself. I try not to look back. I approach the work as though, in truth, I’m nothing and the words are everything. Then I write to save my life. If you are a writer, that will be true.

—Louise Erdrich via Matt Bell (via thepianofarm)

(Source: theparisreview.org, via thepianofarm)

untrustyou:

Mark S. Wexler
The ‘pole of cold’ region in northeastern Siberia is the coldest permanently inhabited place on earth, especially the region centered around Oymyakon and Verkhoyansk where January temperatures average around -65°F. During the Soviet era children underwent ultraviolet treatment to make up for the long, dark, and cold Siberian winters with the consequent lack of sunlight.

untrustyou:

Mark S. Wexler

The ‘pole of cold’ region in northeastern Siberia is the coldest permanently inhabited place on earth, especially the region centered around Oymyakon and Verkhoyansk where January temperatures average around -65°F. During the Soviet era children underwent ultraviolet treatment to make up for the long, dark, and cold Siberian winters with the consequent lack of sunlight.

I think you should learn, of course, and some days you must learn a great deal. But you should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up inside of you until it touches everything. And you can feel it inside of you. If you never take time out to let that happen, then you accumulate facts, and they begin to rattle around inside of you. You can make noise with them, but never really feel anything with them. It’s hollow.

—E.L. Konigsburg, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler (via quoted-books)

(via thepianofarm)

"Oh.My.Cod!! It fits!!"…I am loving these captions, and (have I mentioned it before?) I hate I have to wipe these off.love it.@bc5a1 on twitter

"Oh.My.Cod!! It fits!!"

…I am loving these captions, and (have I mentioned it before?) I hate I have to wipe these off.

love it.

@bc5a1 on twitter

#collaborative #comicstrips at the office.
…the writers and the artists have to not know each other ‘s our moto.

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