Inspire Me!

February 27, 2007

kristoferstrom

Filed under: kristoferstrom — wwwit @ 5:46 pm

February 26, 2007

Billy Collins

Filed under: Storytellers, Uncategorized — wwwit @ 6:57 am

  • (from 1999): As I’m writing, I’m always reader conscious. I have one reader in mind, someone who is in the room with me, and who I’m talking to, and I want to make sure I don’t talk too fast, or too glibly. Usually I try to create a hospitable tone at the beginning of a poem. Stepping from the title to the first lines is like stepping into a canoe. A lot of things can go wrong.
  • (from 2004): Moving from the position of United States poet laureate to New York State poet laureate might seem like a demotion or a drop in rank to the military-minded. It might even appear that I am heading toward eventually being crowned laureate of my ZIP code. But in fact, it is very gratifying to be honored again as a representative of poetry, this time by my native state where I grew up — more or less — and continue to live.
  • February 15, 2007

    Louise Bourgeois

    Filed under: Uncategorized — wwwit @ 7:50 am

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    Bourgeois’s essentially diaristic conception of drawing: the images she draws are made in immediate psychic response to the experience of daily life.

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    February 4, 2007

    Paul Klee

    Filed under: Storytellers, animals, calm and ordered, color hungry, elbows — wwwit @ 1:32 am

    “Art does not reproduce the visible, it makes visible,”

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    February 3, 2007

    Piet Modrian

    This is the painting that knocks the wind out of me at the MOMA. Brings tears. Seems the most sacred.

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    ‘Everything was spotless white, like a laboratory. In a light smock, with his clean-shaven face, taciturn, wearing his heavy glasses, Mondrian seemed more a scientist or priest than an artist. The only relief to all the white were large matboards, rectangles in yellow, red and blue, hung in asymmetric arrangements on all the walls. Peering at me through his glasses, he noticed my glance and said: “I’ve arranged these to make it more cheerful.”‘

    He painted a fake tulip white because he banned the colour green from being in his house

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    * * Play the Modrian Machine * *

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