David Pennington
@davidpennington
I write stuff. I’d like to write more stuff. Currently: reclaiming my brain.
David Pennington
dtpennington.com
Go to just about any LATAM country or Carribean island. Go away from the resorts. Hell, just look over the fence - you will find MOUNTAINS of garbage. There is no trash collection, nowhere for this stuff to GO. So it piles up, it gets picked off by the wind. Eventually they just set it on fire - causing all sorts of other climate and health issues.
This is a real, never-ending American Colonialism - our idea of single use yet permeant.
I don’t think we’ve ever needed genuine works of art — imaginative creations that press us to see the world in larger or at least different ways than our standard everyday media-navigation categories allow — more than we do now. But our current resources are few, because of the ways the major art-related organizations have lost any discernible sens... See more
ayjay • art for humanity’s sake – The Homebound Symphony
When it comes to art/ literature, airing on the side of the older typically seems to do us better. But the idea of criticism and gatekeeping is keeping some of the best ideas in a box.
Just because it doesn’ twork with your mentality doesn’t mean it’s not the lifesaver someone else is looking for.
Everything is fake, the world is a construct. Reconstruct it.
Love and hate, hope and fear are also only different conditions of our murky inner life through which our spirit looks either toward the light or toward the shadows. If we look through those murky organic surroundings toward the light, then we love and hope; if we look toward the darkness, then we hate and fear.
More light- Austin Kleon
Goethe - how he studied color colored his understanding of life.
As a method, marginalia remind us that all annotation is allusive, that all literature is connected to everything else, that the reader influences the writer as surely as the other way around, and even if the later has been dead for centuries.
Ed Simon • Annotate This: On Marginalia
They ask, innocently enough, if I tasted any good scotch while I was in Scotland. And I answer, with a bit of spite – I have no idea.