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‘What’s your name,’ Coraline asked the cat. ‘Look, I’m Coraline. Okay?’
‘Cats don’t have names,’ it said.
‘No?’ said Coraline.
‘No,’ said the cat. ‘Now you people have names. That’s because you don’t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don’t need names.’
‘Cats don’t have names,’ it said.
‘No?’ said Coraline.
‘No,’ said the cat. ‘Now you people have names. That’s because you don’t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don’t need names.’
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| — | Neil Gaiman, Coraline (via selfinspiration) |
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But mostly, mostly it’s just the shining tear streak down your face left when you’ve been lying on your side long enough. Taught me- informality.Ingrid Michaelson - Can’t Help Falling In Love (Elvis Presley cover)
It is man’s intelligence that makes him so often behave more stupidly than the beasts. … Man is impelled to invent theories to account for what happens in the world. Unfortunately, he is not quite intelligent enough, in most cases, to find correct explanations. So that when he acts on his theories, he behaves very often like a lunatic. Thus, no animal is clever enough, when there is a drought, to imagine that the rain is being withheld by evil spirits, or as punishment for its transgressions. Therefore you never see animals going through the absurd and often horrible fooleries of magic and religion. No horse, for example would kill one of its foals to make the wind change direction. Dogs do not ritually urinate in the hope of persuading heaven to do the same and send down rain. Asses do not bray a liturgy to cloudless skies. Nor do cats attempt, by abstinence from cat’s meat, to wheedle the feline spirits into benevolence. Only man behaves with such gratuitous folly. It is the price he has to pay for being intelligent but not, as yet, intelligent enough.
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| — | Aldous Huxley (via nathanielstuart) |
Pxyleyes.com posted an interview with multimedia painter Mike Stilkey.
I am not one of those people that thinks that every book is sacred. This is one of those touchy subjects, though. I do sort of wonder to what degree the mind instinctively rebels against the phrase “book burning,” and whether or not that rebellion gets interpreted into the idea that every book is magic and untouchable.
It’s definitely a question for our current age.
We haven’t really decided, as a society, whether or not the reverence is for the book as an object or the content of the book.
Which is why you get those people, posting on their blogs about their commitment to the printed page. You get the people that revere the paper, maybe over the meaning. The smell of the object. The weight. But, when it comes right down to it, the vast majority of books are transient. Disposable.
Have you ever looked through the free bin at a library book sale?
99% of it is stuff that no one is ever going to read again. Mass market fiction, well past date—often sexist, and racist, and badly written to boot. Manuals for how to set up your hi-fi system. Cook books for making whole chickens in the microwave.
I post a lot of book art. There’s a lot of book art out there, all of a sudden.
From the interview:
As Kindles have become more popular and there are now downloadable forms of literature, books are going the way of the vinyl record. They are starting to become obsolete.
I enjoy memorializing them in my work and giving them a new life. Otherwise, they would just be thrown out or pulped.And, invariably, re-purposed books generate comments. Someone on twitter recently said that seeing collages made from vintage children’s books makes her physically ill.
But, “thrown out and pulped” is really the fate of many books. Most books.
