July 28：Johann Sebastian Bach；Marcel Duchamp； Karl Popper, Beatrix Potter, John Ashbery, Terry Pratchett
Henri-Robert-Marcel Duchamp was a French-American painter, sculptor, chess player and writer whose work is associated with Cubism, conceptual art and Dada, although he was careful about his use of the ... Wikipedia
Born: July 28, 1887, Blainville-Crevon, France
Died: October 2, 1968, Neuilly-sur-Seine, France
On view: Museum of Modern Art, Philadelphia Museum of Art, San Francisco Museum of Modern Art
Periods: Dada, Expressionism, Post-Impressionism, Cubism, MORE
Movies: Anemic Cinema, Entr'acte, The Witch's Cradle, 8 × 8: A Chess Sonata in 8 Movements
Influenced by: Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, Joseph Cornell, Max Stirner, Henri Poincaré
Quotes
I have forced myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.
I am still a victim of chess. It has all the beauty of art - and much more. It cannot be commercialized. Chess is much purer than art in its social position.
I don't believe in art. I believe in artists.
"I don't believe in art. I believe in artists."—Marcel Duchamp, who was born on this day in 1887. http://met.org/2tH1KGb
Featured Artwork of the Day: Marcel Duchamp (American (born France), 1887–1968) | At the Bar | 1909
Marcel Duchamp | The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even (The Green Box) | The Met
This edition of selected notes details the ideas and thought processes…
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Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum
Happy birthday to Marcel Duchamp, the great iconoclast of 20th-century art. "Nude (Study), Sad Young Man on a Train” (1911) shows a period when Duchamp was exploring Cubism, though still adhering to the conventions of painting and narrative structure. By 1913 he would abandon these traditions for the more experimental forms he is known for. See this work from our collection on view in "Visionaries: Creating a Modern Guggenheim." Learn more: http://gu.gg/lKCo30dOWqP
The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art
Happy Birthday to artist Marcel Duchamp, born on this day in 1887. His sculpture "Marcel Duchamp Cast Alive" (1967) is on view in the Bloch Galleries. Duchamp rejected what he called "retinal art." Instead, he sought to put art back "in the service of the mind." To that end, he studied mathematics and physics, explored new theories about the fourth dimension, and conducted related experiments in his studio.
Duchamp earned the title of chess master and published a treatise on the game in 1932. For him, chess was more beautiful and poetic than art. In the year before his death, the artist cast his right forearm, hand, and face in bronze. Here, he contemplates the last piece on the board: the knight.
Johann Sebastian Bach
German composer
Date of birth: March 31, 1685
Died: July 28, 1750, Leipzig, Germany
Spouse: Anna Magdalena Bach (m. 1721–1750), Maria Barbara Bach (m. 1707–1720)
The aim and final end of all music should be none other than the glory of God and the refreshment of the soul.
Music is an agreeable harmony for the honor of God and the permissible delights of the soul.
I was obliged to be industrious. Whoever is equally industrious will succeed equally well.
Wikipedia 的"高峰經驗"項目，只有英文、荷蘭文、波蘭文、俄文，有點奇怪。
聽巴哈音樂ˇ的經驗，我提過Mary Bateson的書With a Daughter's Eye: A Memoir of Margaret Mead and Gregory Bateson (1984)，書中記一群知識菁英在奧國某古堡的星夜高塔聽音樂......
聽巴哈音樂ˇ的經驗，我提過Mary Bateson的書With a Daughter's Eye: A Memoir of Margaret Mead and Gregory Bateson (1984)，書中記一群知識菁英在奧國某古堡的星夜高塔聽音樂......
John Lawrence Ashbery is an American poet. He has published more than twenty volumes of poetry and won nearly every major American award for poetry, including a Pulitzer Prize in 1976 for his collection Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror. Wikipedia
Born: July 28, 1927 (age 90), Rochester, New York, United States
Partner: David Kermani
There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.
I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them.
I don't look on poetry as closed works. I feel they're going on all the time in my head and I occasionally snip off a length.
"So Many Lives" by John Ashbery
Sometimes I get radiant drunk when I think of and/or look at you,
Upstaged by our life, with me in it.
And other mornings too
Your care is like a city, with the uncomfortable parts
Evasive, and difficult to connect with the plan
That was, and the green diagonals of the rain kind of
Fudging to rapidly involve everything that stood out,
And doing so in an illegal way, but it doesn’t matter,
It’s rapture that counts, and what little
There is of it is seldom aboveboard,
That’s its nature,
What we take our cue from.
It masquerades as worry, first, then as self-possession
In which I am numb, imagining I am this vision
Of ships stuck on the tarpaper of an urban main,
At night, coal stars glinting,
And you the ruby lights hung far above on pylons,
Seeming to own the night and the nearer reaches
Of a civilization we feel is ours,
The lining of our old doing.
Upstaged by our life, with me in it.
And other mornings too
Your care is like a city, with the uncomfortable parts
Evasive, and difficult to connect with the plan
That was, and the green diagonals of the rain kind of
Fudging to rapidly involve everything that stood out,
And doing so in an illegal way, but it doesn’t matter,
It’s rapture that counts, and what little
There is of it is seldom aboveboard,
That’s its nature,
What we take our cue from.
It masquerades as worry, first, then as self-possession
In which I am numb, imagining I am this vision
Of ships stuck on the tarpaper of an urban main,
At night, coal stars glinting,
And you the ruby lights hung far above on pylons,
Seeming to own the night and the nearer reaches
Of a civilization we feel is ours,
The lining of our old doing.
I can walk away from you
Because I know I can always call, and in the end we will
Be irresolutely joined,
Laughing over this alphabet of connivance
That never goes on too long, because outside
My city there is wind, and burning straw and other things that don’t coincide,
To which we’ll be condemned, perhaps, some day.
Now our peace is in our assurance
And has that savor,
Its own blind deduction
Of whatever would become of us if
We were alone, to nurture on this shore some fable
To block out that other whose remote being
Becomes every day a little more sentient and more suavely realized.
I’ll believe it when the police pay you off.
In the meantime there are so many things not to believe in
We can make a hobby of them, as long as we continue to uphold
The principle of private property.
So what if ours is planted with tin-can trees
It’s better than a forest full of parked cars with the lights out,
Because the effort of staying back to side with someone
For whom number is everything
Will finally unplug in the dark
And the black acacias stand out as symbols, lovers
Of what men will at last stop doing to each other
When we can be quiet, and start counting sheep to stay awake together.
Because I know I can always call, and in the end we will
Be irresolutely joined,
Laughing over this alphabet of connivance
That never goes on too long, because outside
My city there is wind, and burning straw and other things that don’t coincide,
To which we’ll be condemned, perhaps, some day.
Now our peace is in our assurance
And has that savor,
Its own blind deduction
Of whatever would become of us if
We were alone, to nurture on this shore some fable
To block out that other whose remote being
Becomes every day a little more sentient and more suavely realized.
I’ll believe it when the police pay you off.
In the meantime there are so many things not to believe in
We can make a hobby of them, as long as we continue to uphold
The principle of private property.
So what if ours is planted with tin-can trees
It’s better than a forest full of parked cars with the lights out,
Because the effort of staying back to side with someone
For whom number is everything
Will finally unplug in the dark
And the black acacias stand out as symbols, lovers
Of what men will at last stop doing to each other
When we can be quiet, and start counting sheep to stay awake together.
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Helen Beatrix Potter was an English writer, illustrator, natural scientist, and conservationist best known for her children's books featuring animals, such as those in The Tale of Peter Rabbit.Wikipedia
Born: July 28, 1866, Kensington, London, United Kingdom
Died: December 22, 1943, Near and Far Sawrey, United Kingdom
Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality.
Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were – Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.
It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is 'soporific'.
Sir Terence David John Pratchett, OBE, better known as Terry Pratchett, was an English author of fantasy novels, especially comical works. He is best known for his Discworld series of 41 novels. Wikipedia
Born: April 28, 1948, Beaconsfield, United Kingdom
Died: March 12, 2015, Broad Chalke, United Kingdom
Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
“There are some laws that are coded into the very nature of the universe, and one is: There Is Never Enough Shelf Space.”
- from THE GLOBE: The Science of Discworld II by Terry Pratchett
- from THE GLOBE: The Science of Discworld II by Terry Pratchett
Roundworld, aka Earth, is under siege. Are three wizards and an orangutan Librarian enough to thwart the Elvish threat?
When the wizards of Unseen University first created Roundworld, they were so concerned with discovering the rules of this new universe that they overlooked its inhabitants entirely. Now, they have noticed humanity. And humanity has company. Arriving in Roundworld, the wizards find the situation is even worse than they’d expected. Under the elves’ influence, humans are superstitious, fearful, and fruitlessly trying to work magic in a world ruled by logic. Ridcully, Rincewind, Ponder Stibbons, and the orangutan Librarian must travel through time to get humanity back on track and out of the dark ages.
Beatrix Potter was born #onthisday in 1866. These are her original illustrations to the 1909 book ‘The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies’. When preparing this book, Potter was staying with her aunt and uncle in Wales where she made many studies of the garden. She had described it on an earlier visit as 'the prettiest kind of garden, where bright old-fashioned flowers grow amongst the currant bushes.'
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Sir Karl Raimund Popper CH FBA FRS was an Austrian Jewish-British philosopher and professor. He is generally regarded as one of the 20th century's greatest philosophers of science. Wikipedia
Born: July 28, 1902, Vienna, Austria
Died: September 17, 1994, Kenley, United Kingdom
No rational argument will have a rational effect on a man who does not want to adopt a rational attitude.
Science may be described as the art of systematic over-simplification.
Our knowledge can only be finite, while our ignorance must necessarily be infinite.
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