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Life & Philosophy Poetry

Seeing the forest for the trees

The forest is a city that lies underneath our feet. Perhaps if we thought of it this way, we wouldn’t walk on it.

But the vitality of life is in the pursuit. One with the world, the ability to face resistance means to walk through it.

We adapt to the drumbeat of chaos, using expansive curiosity and patience to find unity with what we know and what we don’t know.

We progress most when we try the least.

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Books Creativity

Take what you’ve done and throw it away

If you want to live your life in a creative way, as an artist, you have to not look back too much. You have to be willing to take whatever you’ve done and whoever you were and throw them away. The more the outside world tries to reinforce an image of you, the harder it is to continue to be an artist, which is why a lot of times, artists have to say, “Bye. I have to go. I’m going crazy and I’m getting out of here.” And they go and hibernate somewhere. Maybe later they re-emerge a little differently.

Steve Jobs, Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson
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Books Quotes

Haruki Murakami: ‘I run in order to acquire a void’

“But really as I run, I don’t think much of anything worth mentioning. I just run. I run in a void. Or maybe I should put it the other way: I run in order to acquire a void… As I run I tell myself to think of a river. And clouds. But essentially I’m not thinking of a thing. All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.”

Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running: A Memoir

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Books Life & Philosophy

It's a hard-knock life

The easy life exists but it fails to register.

Anyone who’s name is worth remembering endured some type of struggle.

The imperfect life contains lingering questions and punctuating doubts. But the vulnerable also acts — whether out of curiosity or bravery.

“I never lose. I either win or learn.”

Nelson Mandela

Knowledge is a byproduct of failed activity.

It’s the hard-knock life, after all.

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Arts Creativity Life & Philosophy Photography

Camera obscura

Sometimes it’s the written word. Other times, it’s a still photo. If the camera is too revealing, we can communicate via video or sound. Said filmmaker Robert Bresson’s in his 1975 book Notes on the Cinematograph: “A locomotive’s whistle imprints in us a whole railroad station.” 

Communication is a game of elements. Film is the art of combining images and sounds; it excludes what overexplains or impresses.

“One should not use the camera as if it were a broom.”

Robert Bresson, Notes on the Cinematograph

A good filmmaker lets the mind dance with imagination. A movie is both a creative and viewing experience. It can be dull and instantly lively, like the pendulum of our everyday lives. 

“My movie is born first in my head, dies on paper; is resuscitated by the living persons and real objects I use, which are killed on film but, placed in a certain order and projected on to a screen, come to life again like flowers in water.” 

Robert Bresson, Notes on the Cinematograph

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Books Productivity & Work

Henry Miller on why we create

“I reached out for something to attach myself to—and I found nothing. But in reaching out, in the effort to grasp, to attach myself, left high and dry as I was, I nevertheless found something I had not looked for—myself. I found that what I had desired all my life was not to live—if what others are doing is called living—but to express myself. I realized that I had never had the least interest in living, but only in this which I am doing now, something which is parallel to life, of it at the same time, and beyond it. What is true interests me scarcely at all, nor even what is real; only that interests me which I imagine to be, that which I had stifled every day in order to live.”

Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn