I stumbled across Wendy MacNaughton’s expressive illustrations of Susan’s Sontag’s diary entries about love (featured on The Atlantic and Brain Pickings).
Below, Sontag’s “Qualities that turn me on (someone I love must have at least two or three)” from 2/15/70:
The complete image with more of Sontag’s thoughts on love after the jump.
I particularly love:
Can I love non-possessively, permissively, without withdrawing myself, setting up my own defenses and strategic retreats, on one hand, or reducing the amount and intensity of my love, on the other?
Written the margin: “Scarcity economy of love”
“you will flourish like a rose in June.
something good will happen, wait and see.”
musings. strange type of light and heat in Brooklyn today. at least there’s good jazz playing. the wind is blowing, the walls are the right shade of red with proper art wisdom included.
people look at me like I am a different person in June. skin darker, hair shorter, eyes full of sad hope. it is always the eyes that give the house away.
it will be a long walk home. the moon gets fuller every night.
Are we seeing off May already? My favorite month starting today.
And look, it’s beginning to rain.
Long overdue whimsies:
This month I finished/am reading:
For an individual, nostalgia is a function of memory. But for a culture, nostalgia is a kind of travel. It is about somewhere else, somewhere different but vaguely recognizable, another place to look at the sunset. If we were really looking for a time when things felt easier, after all, we wouldn’t love times of war and social upheaval; we’d be making shows about the dot-com boom. But we don’t, because it isn’t different enough yet. It has to be elsewhere; it cannot be here, because we cannot be here, not always, not every day.
What’s eternal about nostalgia is the same thing that’s eternal about travel: It will always happen, not because what’s out there is so special that it will pull us out through the windows, but because what’s in here is, at least some of the time, so difficult that it will push us out through the door.
- Postmodern Junkie, so fun!! Take some dance lessons, they’re on tour.
- I enjoyed this reddit thread on Bach/Beethoven/Mozart:
“Beethoven tells you what it’s like to be Beethoven. Mozart tells you what it’s like to be human. Bach tells you what it’s like to be the universe.” (Douglas Adams)
Here is the super super super short version
Bach = The Rules
Mozart = The Rules In-practice
Beethoven = The Rule Breaker
I heard someone once use the allegory of Bach as the Father, Mozart as the Son, and Beethoven as the Holy Spirit of music. Seems to work well even if you disagree with the Christian correlation. Another phrase I found which sums it up well: “Bach gave us God’s Word. Mozart gave us God’s laughter. Beethoven gave us God’s fire.”
Japanese architectural firm Kengo Kuma and a team of students at UC Berkeley’s College of Environmental Design created ‘Nest We Grow’, an elaborate timber community food hub recently constructed on the island of Hokkaido.The structure’s timber frame actually mimics the vertical spatial experience of a Japanese larch forest. The team added plenty of beams for hanging fish and produce and a central tea platform with a sunken fireplace. The building is supposed to bring people in the community together to store, prepare and enjoy local foods.