#mia

Art is a barren route, of which glory is the oasis. ↗

— Henri Murger

#medici-the-jew #art

A dean is the conductor of an orchestra made up entirely of composers. ↗

— Mark William Roche

#art

I asked him if he wanted to play music but he refused. He said that the only thing he wanted to hear was the pleasure of my moans. ↗

— Shanora Williams

#nolan #resist #music

The fate of the young man in his headphones, who faced a jail cell that very night, did not seem such a world away from his own predicament: an anniversary party full of academics. ↗

— Zadie Smith

#beauty

Sometimes you have to do things you don't like in order to make a change in the world. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#miasma #change

She did not know where her home was anymore, and this idea didn’t frighten her like it should. - Bohemian Grove ↗

— T.M. Williams

#change #empowering #fear #home #change

Shulman argues that work that is valued is work that is presented to colleagues. The failure to make this kind of wider connection weakens the sense of community. This happens in scholarly life when such essential functions as professional service or teaching do not get discussed openly or often enough. ↗

— Charles E. Glassick

#communication #scholarship #communication

I don’t know what circumstances occurred in your life for you to build such a strong brick wall around your heart, but I do intend to tear it down." ~Cole ↗

— Tina Carreiro

#love #mia #soulmates #life

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That's closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#artist #artistic #bohemian #bohemianism #art

I dreamt that I took William Burrough’s penis and tied it up with piano wire. I hung him like a Chagall painting…In the next part J.G. Ballard swam through streets of female urine. The girls read his book Crash and then mowed him down with their Volkswagen, crushing his chest slowly against a brick wall. As he screamed in agony larger than representation can accommodate, they referred to his text and had orgasms. Later, they jumped up and down yelling, ‘You’re not a hero. You’re not a hero. You’re not. You’re not. You’re not.’ “ “How do you analyze that part of the dream, Anna?” …”I guess I’m nervous about my birthday. ↗

— Sarah Schulman

#dreams #j-g-ballard #psychoanalysis #sexism #william-burroughs