“Style is not at all an embellishment as certain people think, it is not even a matter of technique, it is — like colour with painters — a quality of vision, the revelation of the private universe that each one of us can see and which others cannot see. The pleasure an artist affords us is to introduce us to one universe the more.”


Allen Ginsberg—“Sunflower Sutra”  [Spoken Word]

Holy Soul Jelly Roll:  Poems and Songs 1947-1993 (Rhino Word Beat 1994).

"When did you forget you were a flower?"


Walt Whitman hand written poem I cross’d the Nevadas…. Date unknown. 19th century.

I cross’d the Nevadas, I cross’d the
I ascended the towering rocks along the
        Pacific, I sail’d out to sea,
I sail’d through the storm, I was re-
        fresh’d by the storm,
I watch’d with joy the threatening maws
        of the waves,
I mark’d the white combs where they
        career’d so high curling over,
I heard the wind piping, I saw the
        black clouds,


Sea Serpents IV" (detail), Gustav Klimt.

“I have never painted a self-portrait. I am less interested in myself as a subject for a painting than I am in other people, above all women…There is nothing special about me."

(via tierradentro)


Your Sunday Bach Cantata for Palmarum (Palm Sunday)

Composer: Johann Sebastian Bach (1685 - 1750)

Work: So lasset uns gehen in Salem der Freuden from Himmelskönig, sei willkommen (1714)

Performer: Residentie Kamerkoor, Residentie Bachorkest; conducted by Gerard Akkerhuis

(via scrisori-de-sertar)


Loam, collage. Adam A. Montoya, Fall 2013