Donnerstag, 21. Februar 2008

Montag, 11. Februar 2008

Schönheit oder Teufel

Gustave Doré Paradiso Canto, angelehnt an die "Göttliche Komödie" von Dante

Auszug daraus:
"Um vollkommenes Wissen ihm zu künden, muß ich (Vergil), der Tote, ihn von Kreis zu Kreis hinabgeleiten zu der Höllenmitte... "

Samstag, 9. Februar 2008

Ich bin ganz Liebe und Schön.

schönheit ist nicht etwas von Augen, es ist von denken !

Dienstag, 5. Februar 2008

Pommeltjes und Poffertjes





"The most beautiful thing in Tokyo is McDonald's. The most beautiful thing in Stockholm is McDonald's. Peking and Moscow don't have anything beautiful yet".
Andy Warhol
"Beauty is a precious idea. I want to liberate this term from the standardised categories. I will give you an example. I used to teach children and I presented them with the music of Stockhausen, etc. They said it was not beautiful and they did not like it. I asked them what they liked, what they thought was beautiful, and they first hesitantly named some pop music. The next week, I went there and brought two pictures with me. One was an attractive photograph of the movie star Sophia Loren. The other was a drawing by Albrecht Dürer, who had drawn a picture of his mother: very old, with a long nose, a bitter-looking face. She had had a hard life and her face was full of wrinkles. I showed them the two pictures and asked, ‘Who is more beautiful?’ They were totally confused, and then came a wonderful answer I will never forget—it was the highlight of my life. A girl said, ‘I think the ugly one is more beautiful.’ This is the dialectical way. Looking at this picture, one feels the precise observation of her son. Not to make it more beautiful, not idealised, just showing it. It was full of intensity. To me, as important as beauty is the word intensity. I search for this in my music.”    Helmut Lachenmann (music composer)

Freitag, 1. Februar 2008

mehr Liebe, mehr Tod und mehr Teufel


William Blake - The Sick Rose

O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

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