— Pico della Mirandola, Oration on the Dignity of Man
Dick McAvoy broke his desk in two when they told him No, he couldn't get that chin implant. He kicked through the halves of his desk and knocked down his office door and hailed a cab and drove to the surgeon's practice.
by David Olenick
What is a beautiful woman, or a beautiful man?
Dick McAvoy, last indirect descendant of Pico della Mirandola (by Dick's account, "some Italian zealot who wrote way too many words, and most of them bullshit"), wants a chin implant he can inflate at will. Dick figures the implant will make him more of a hit with the ladies.
Where does beauty reside? If it only exists in the eye of the beholder, could it be that the object of love, desire and contemplation need not exist?
|painting by Atsushi Suwa|
via arte a un click
That sounds a bit solipsistic. Just think for a moment: If you felt absolutely certain that you were alone in the universe, i.e., that no mind existed save your own, your capacity for love would be seriously undermined.
Isn't love the quintessential act of collaboration, and art a metamorphic reflection of that act?
|photo by Hendrik Kerstens|
via If it's Hip, it's Here
Happy 4th of July, 2013. May all your dreams come true but one, so you'll always have something to strive for.
|I'll even throw in some fireworks.|
This picture is called Love. Can you see it on your wall?
I will leave you with a final quote from Pico della Mirandola:
Considering that we are born with this condition, that is, that we can become whatever we choose to become, we need to understand that we must take earnest care about this, so that it will never be said to our disadvantage that we were born to a privileged position but failed to realize it and became animals and senseless beasts.