Where Does A Body End? (1/?)

Saul Leiter

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Tonight I've realized I have free will and can do whatever the hell I want, isn't that awesome?

Happiest 66th birthday to the one and only Blixa Bargeld, a brilliant artist and a beautiful human being, frontperson of the band Einstürzende Neubauten 🖤💛

Photo by Thomas Rabsch

Patricia Morrison, 1978.

naum gabo : klichee, 1924 / bauhaus bücher

academic dishonesty is not something you can spin as moral lol i do not want to share a career field let alone a social sphere with a bunch of chatgpt using ass bitches

“Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.”

— Hafiz

You had to let go of something great Of something that could have been Worth the wait But I dislike For you have always been right That we did need this break Since realizations have come to the surface That we deserve not to tolerate

It was indeed for the best of us. One should not sacrifice their dreams and lean too much on uncertainty. The other should not let their uncertainty be molded, sacrificed as a pleaser, or become too influenced into the dreamer’s dreams. None deserves the extent of pain. So, beloved, may you find a person whose dreams align with yours and form a bond so covalent that it won’t ever equate to the pang of our heartbreak. I will be rooting and cheering for you in the tiny corner of your heart, mind, body, and soul. For our mere platonic love is a rarity—a gift. Perhaps, in due time, when our hearts mend and stop the search of our lost potentials—our could’ve been’s—and our hearts learn selflessly nothing but the true happiness of one another, then our friendship can be restored.

Because I would love to just have a conversation with you about existence and other insane topics that late poets have talked about.

— The Final Apology and the Chance of Reconciliation

Moons of Saturn (Janus & Titan) and rings - March 21 2006

Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/SSI/CICLOPS/Kevin M. Gill

The way I see it, Art has two functions: escapism and confrontation. It serves as both a sanctuary and a mirror. Through escapism, Art creates landscapes where burdens dissolve, where the ordinary is transformed into the extraordinary. It reminds us of the boundless beauty that is preserved in the world and the immense potential that we harbor. It paints a picture of what could be.

But Art also confronts. It grips us by the shoulders, demanding that we open our eyes to the raw, unadorned reality of existence. It challenges the lies we tell ourselves and the illusions we construct, and forces us to reckon with the depths of our humanity. In confrontation, Art becomes the wound that refuses to heal until we take care of it. With its blood and pus, Art paints a picture of what is.

Though it might seem so, these functions are not opposites — they are intertwined; a good piece of art achieves not just a balance but a fusion, where escapism and confrontation become two edges of the same sword. This dual-edged nature is what gives Art its power. The escapist edge whispers of what the world should be; the confrontational edge reveals what the world truly is.

A sword with one dull edge is incomplete, blunt and purposeless, and, certainly, a useless weapon against any enemy, leaving its wielder defenseless and vulnerable in the face of danger. In the same way, Art that leans too heavily on either escapism or confrontation becomes unbalanced. Pure escapism is shallow and hollow; it risks becoming an empty distraction. Pure confrontation, on the other hand, risks alienating and overwhelming the audience without offering hope.