In the sciences, we spend our lives looking for truth. In the end,we express our ideas in words, interpreting numbers or proposing theories. Mendelsson said something like "words, far from being too definite, are rather too indefinite". When has a scientific tract, other than awakening insights which were close to fruitition anyway (or you could not have had them), arisen that special feeling of truth-in-beauty or beauty-in-truth?
Much of modern thought, scientific or otherwise, is algorithmic, modelling. Models are dead things, only brought to life through understanding. Without the audience, this play is dead. Maybe we should strive to write a script that lives, as the Homeric poets.
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Can you make art? Make a beautiful thing today, for the sake of those of us who only make models.
Esperanza Spalding
"All right action flows from the breath"
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Nothing to say
How many things can be said in a way, that still allows that you have nothing to say?
How many phrases are put together, that never indicate a where or a whether?
How much bullshit will a man push out, and still never meet an ear of doubt?
How many words are there in this rhyme, how much information here in 4/4 time?
How long until the reader just stops, yeah how long how long this long tops...
OSU
How many phrases are put together, that never indicate a where or a whether?
How much bullshit will a man push out, and still never meet an ear of doubt?
How many words are there in this rhyme, how much information here in 4/4 time?
How long until the reader just stops, yeah how long how long this long tops...
OSU
Monday, February 14, 2011
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