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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Music, lit, visual arts, with nothing tying it together beyond my own interest.</description><title>Self-Portrait in Bytes</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @selfportraitinbytes)</generator><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"Honesty without talent might be said to be incomplete honesty … The full truth is unattainable..."</title><description>“Honesty without talent might be said to be incomplete honesty … The full truth is unattainable to naivety, and the completely honest artist is not pure in heart.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Clement Greenberg, &lt;em&gt;Art and Culture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/45458508914</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/45458508914</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Mar 2013 20:41:47 -0400</pubDate><category>clement greenberg</category><category>art</category><category>art criticism</category><category>aesthetics</category></item><item><title>"It is addressed to another you, not the placeholder self that you that you often mistake yourself..."</title><description>“It is addressed to another you, not the placeholder self that you that you often mistake yourself for.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://k-punk.abstractdynamics.org/archives/2009_05.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mark Fisher&lt;/a&gt;, on The Pop Group, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-R-BEWduq64" target="_blank"&gt;Don’t Sell Your Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/44919305672</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/44919305672</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Mar 2013 00:38:42 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Nothing will fit if we assume a place for it. To attempt to classify writing before one has had the..."</title><description>“Nothing will fit if we assume a place for it. To attempt to classify writing before one has had the experience of its activity will be to misplace it altogether. What can be said is something itself particular—to senses of form, to the literal nature of living in a given place, to a world momently informed by what energies inhabit it.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Robert Creeley, &lt;a href="http://publishing.cdlib.org/ucpressebooks/view?docId=ft4t1nb2hc&amp;chunk.id=d0e3622&amp;toc.depth=1&amp;toc.id=d0e3622&amp;brand=eschol" target="_blank"&gt;Introduction to &lt;em&gt;The New Writing in the USA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/44912370991</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/44912370991</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2013 22:54:02 -0500</pubDate><category>literature</category><category>literary criticism</category><category>robert creeley</category></item><item><title>"There is no need to fear or hope, but only to look for new weapons."</title><description>“There is no need to fear or hope, but only to look for new weapons.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Deleuze, “&lt;a href="http://www.n5m.org/n5m2/media/texts/deleuze.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Postscript on the Societies of Control&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/44906989656</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/44906989656</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2013 21:41:07 -0500</pubDate><category>deleuze</category><category>philosophy</category><category>politics</category></item><item><title>"…by corrosives, which in Hell are salutory and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and..."</title><description>“…by corrosives, which in Hell are salutory and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;William Blake, &lt;em&gt;The Marriage of Heaven and Hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43961755388</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43961755388</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2013 23:50:28 -0500</pubDate><category>william blake</category><category>poetry</category><category>romanticism</category></item><item><title>Bodenlosigkeit, the total absence of firm ground in reality.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Bodenlosigkeit, the total absence of firm ground in reality.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43770083361</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43770083361</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2013 21:32:33 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>&amp;#8220;&amp;#8230;so is the sea the natural element for industry&amp;#8230;for the ties of the soil and the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;&amp;#8230;so is the &lt;em&gt;sea&lt;/em&gt; the natural element for industry&amp;#8230;for the ties of the soil and the limited circles of civil life with its pleasures and desires, it substitutes the element of fluidity, danger and destruction.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(Hegel, &lt;em&gt;Philosophy of Right&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;span&gt;Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people&amp;#8217;s hats off- then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Melville, &lt;em&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;#8220;Not long beneath the whelming brine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Expert to swim, he lay&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Cowper, &amp;#8220;The Castaway&amp;#8221;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43706548411</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43706548411</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2013 00:53:49 -0500</pubDate><category>cowper</category><category>melville</category><category>hegel</category><category>sea</category></item><item><title>"After the first glass of vodka
you can accept just about anything
of life even your own..."</title><description>“After the first glass of vodka&lt;br/&gt;
you can accept just about anything&lt;br/&gt;
of life even your own mysteriousness&lt;br/&gt;
you think it is nice that a box&lt;br/&gt;
of matches is purple and brown and is called&lt;br/&gt;
La Petite and comes from Sweden&lt;br/&gt;
for they are words that you know and that&lt;br/&gt;
is all you know words not their feelings&lt;br/&gt;
or what they mean and you write because&lt;br/&gt;
you know them not because you understand them&lt;br/&gt;
because you don’t you are stupid and lazy&lt;br/&gt;
and will never be great but you do&lt;br/&gt;
what you know because what else is there?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Frank O’Hara, “As Planned”&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43706034013</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43706034013</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2013 00:44:31 -0500</pubDate><category>new york school</category><category>frank o'hara</category><category>poetry</category><category>vodka</category></item><item><title>"That funnel web seems to me an apt figure of the world.

It exhibits beauty, ingenuity, intricacy...."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;That funnel web seems to me an apt figure of the world.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It exhibits beauty, ingenuity, intricacy. Imagine it in the early morning jewelled with dewdrops, and each of these at sunny moments a spark of light or a section of rainbow. Woven, too, as no man could weave it, fine and flexible, frail and tenacious.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Yet are its beauties of brilliancy and colour no real part of it. The dew evaporates, the tints and sparkle vanish, the tenacity remains, and at the bottom of all lurks a spider.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Christina Rossetti&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43629124478</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43629124478</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2013 01:07:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"We were once, she says, a great race, we Laments.
Our fathers worked the mines up there in the..."</title><description>“We were once, she says, a great race, we Laments.&lt;br/&gt;
Our fathers worked the mines up there in the mountains;&lt;br/&gt;
sometimes among men you will find a piece of polished&lt;br/&gt;
primeval pain, or a petrified slag from an ancient volcano.&lt;br/&gt;
Yes, that came from there. Once we were rich.—”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke, tenth Duino Elegy&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43365427868</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43365427868</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2013 21:30:49 -0500</pubDate><category>rilke</category><category>poetry</category></item><item><title>magnificentruin:

manifesto
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/31ddddf351ef24a31030e901d9f836d6/tumblr_midhdw4kYN1qbvanto1_r1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://magnificentruin.com/post/43317224276/manifesto"&gt;magnificentruin&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;manifesto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43359651406</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43359651406</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2013 20:16:09 -0500</pubDate><category>wire</category><category>post-punk</category><category>aesthetics</category></item><item><title>"To discriminate schools, of art, of literature, is, of course, part of the obvious business of..."</title><description>“To discriminate schools, of art, of literature, is, of course, part of the obvious business of literary criticism: but, in the work of literary production, it is easy to be overmuch occupied concerning them. For, in truth, the legitimate contention is, not of one age or school of literary art against another, but of all successive schools alike, against the stupidity which is dead to the substance, and the vulgarity which is dead to form”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Walter Pater, &lt;em&gt;Appreciations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43101265923</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/43101265923</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2013 17:18:47 -0500</pubDate><category>walter pater</category><category>literary criticism</category><category>literature</category></item><item><title>dronecowgirl:

Kazimir Malevich’s coffin, May 1935. © State...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/5eddd21424834cff5eecd5c4163e1da5/tumblr_mhvjhpCWg71qieydno1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dronecowgirl.tumblr.com/post/42537628615/kazimir-malevichs-coffin-may-1935-c-state"&gt;dronecowgirl&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kazimir Malevich’s coffin, May 1935. © State Russian Museum, St. Petersburg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/42543260712</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/42543260712</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2013 20:01:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"The friend of wisdom is the one who appeals to wisdom, but in the way that one appeals to a mask..."</title><description>“The friend of wisdom is the one who appeals to wisdom, but in the way that one appeals to a mask without which one would not survive, the one who makes use of wisdom for new, bizarre and dangerous ends—ends which are, in act, hardly wise at all. He wants wisdom to overcome itself and be overcome.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Deleuze, &lt;em&gt;Nietzsche and Philosophy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/42416918879</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/42416918879</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2013 02:16:18 -0500</pubDate><category>deleuze</category><category>nietzsche</category><category>philosophy</category></item><item><title>http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/jan/31/wes-anderson-worlds/</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/jan/31/wes-anderson-worlds/"&gt;http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2013/jan/31/wes-anderson-worlds/&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;Michael Chabon taking  look at Wes Anderson’s work.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It’s bizarre to read a writer who’s at least decent (&lt;em&gt;Kavalier and Clay &lt;/em&gt;is a solid novel, obviously not one of the greats but worth the time it takes to read it) propounding an aesthetic theory that’s just completely out of date. He wants us to like Wes Anderson for making “models” of the world, right, For making “miniatures,” tiny representations of the world?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One of the few enduring lessons of modernism is that you &lt;em&gt;can’t&lt;/em&gt; just model the world &lt;em&gt;as it is&lt;/em&gt;. Any depiction necessarily &lt;em&gt;distorts&lt;/em&gt; the world. Anderson’s movies aren’t “&lt;span&gt;scale version[s] of the world&lt;/span&gt;,” and insofar as they try to be, they’re failures. (Think of how much of the world is annihilated in a Wes Anderson movie, how much of human existence simply doesn’t fit into the “little boxes.”)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And that’s not what Anderson wants. At least I don’t think it is. Because how much do his works actually reflect the world, anyway? The sheer weirdness of his situations, the kid prodigies and plays-within-plays, is something the viewer can’t ever quite forget. The “artifice” Chabon mentions is exactly what keeps the films from being mere models of the world, what forces them to be something different.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Think of the “plays within plays” at the heart of &lt;em&gt;Rushmore&lt;/em&gt;. These could be read as miniatures, analogies of what Anderson is doing. Except that one by one they’re revealed as failures, reflections of their creators’ neuroses. The kid in &lt;em&gt;Rushmore&lt;/em&gt; makes plays as a way of expressing his neurotic need for control: he makes a tiny world which he can control, just as he tries to control the lives of those around him. (Hence the way he acts in the real world: stilted, artificial, like someone trying to seem like a movie character.) He escapes, in the end, not by making a more perfect depiction of the world but by making an even more outrageous distortion of it, a Vietnam war film staged by children and dominated by over-the-top special effects. If there’s a message in the plays, it’s that they’re &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; from the world, and that this difference should be embraced.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Wes Anderson’s movies succeed not when they try to achieve control but when they use artifice to reveal their own lack of control, when they reveal that they cannot depict the world because the world is beyond depiction.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;(Chabon’s Joseph Cornell example is revealing, because Cornell’s boxes aren’t “models of the world,” they’re collages. They seek not to model the external world but to box it, include it, shift its meaning.)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/42039800905</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/42039800905</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2013 15:08:09 -0500</pubDate><category>chabon</category><category>wes anderson</category><category>aesthetics</category><category>film</category></item><item><title>"The text you write must prove to me that it desires me. This proof exists: it is writing. Writing..."</title><description>“The text you write must prove to me that it desires me. This proof exists: it is writing. Writing is: the science of the various blisses of language, its Kama Sutra (this science has but one treatise: writing itself).”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Roland Barthes, &lt;em&gt;The Pleasure of the Text &lt;/em&gt;(reprinted in &lt;em&gt;A Barthes Reader&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/42007183008</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/42007183008</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2013 01:19:15 -0500</pubDate><category>roland barthes</category><category>literary criticism</category><category>literature</category><category>philosophy</category></item><item><title>"…The heart, the most exotic place of all"</title><description>“…The heart, the most exotic place of all”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Susan Sontag, “Project from a Trip to China” (&lt;em&gt;I, etcetera&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/42007092645</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/42007092645</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2013 01:17:20 -0500</pubDate><category>susan sontag</category><category>literature</category></item><item><title>"the flag should never be displayed with the union down   except as a sign of distress
the flag..."</title><description>“the flag should never be displayed with the union down   except as a sign of distress&lt;br/&gt;
the flag should never touch anything underneath it&lt;br/&gt;
such as the ground   the floor   or water&lt;br/&gt;
it should never be carried laid out flat or horizontally&lt;br/&gt;
but always aloft and free&lt;br/&gt;
it should not be festooned   drawn back   or up in folds&lt;br/&gt;
but allowed to fall free&lt;br/&gt;
the flag should never be used to cover a ceiling&lt;br/&gt;
it should never have placed on it   or attached to any part of it&lt;br/&gt;
any mark insignia letter word figure design picture drawing&lt;br/&gt;
of any nature whatsoever&lt;br/&gt;
the flag should never be used as a receptacle for&lt;br/&gt;
receiving holding carrying or delivering&lt;br/&gt;
it should not be used for advertising purposes   and&lt;br/&gt;
when the flag is in such condition that it is no longer fit for use&lt;br/&gt;
as an emblem of display&lt;br/&gt;
it should be destroyed&lt;br/&gt;
in a dignified way&lt;br/&gt;
preferably by burning”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;David Antin, “code of flag behavior” (collected in &lt;em&gt;Selected Poems 1963-1973&lt;/em&gt;; originally from &lt;em&gt;code of flag behavior&lt;/em&gt;, 1968)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/41676448233</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/41676448233</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2013 23:27:17 -0500</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>politics</category><category>david antin</category></item><item><title>"Jöns: Why all this daubing?
Painter: To remind people of death.
Jöns: That won’t make them any..."</title><description>“Jöns: Why all this daubing?&lt;br/&gt;
Painter: To remind people of death.&lt;br/&gt;
Jöns: That won’t make them any happier.&lt;br/&gt;
Painter: Why make them happy? Why not scare them?&lt;br/&gt;
Jöns: Then they won’t look at your picture.&lt;br/&gt;
Painter: Yes, they will. A skull is more interesting than a naked woman.&lt;br/&gt;
Jöns: If you scare them—&lt;br/&gt;
Painter: They think—&lt;br/&gt;
Jöns: Then they think.&lt;br/&gt;
Painter: And are still more scared.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Ingmar Bergman, &lt;em&gt;The Seventh Seal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/41675859963</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/41675859963</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2013 23:19:44 -0500</pubDate><category>ingmar bergman</category><category>the seventh seal</category><category>film</category></item><item><title>Ezra Pound. Photographed by Henri Cartier-Bresson, 1971, Venice....</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/42c8232c7305915ed17d9da1d8b1d626/tumblr_mh65ebbNG51ru9yoio1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ezra Pound. Photographed by Henri Cartier-Bresson, 1971, Venice. A year before his death at 87. [&lt;a href="http://blog.ricecracker.net/2009/12/25/henri-cartier-bresson-ezra-pound/" target="_blank"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/41425960829</link><guid>http://selfportraitinbytes.tumblr.com/post/41425960829</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2013 01:44:00 -0500</pubDate><category>ezra pound</category><category>photography</category><category>modernism</category><category>literature</category><category>henri cartier-bresson</category></item></channel></rss>
