10 Reasons to Contact Improvise
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today
humanity suffers
reality hasn't changed at all ever since war survivals
God couldn't have saved us and cannot save us again now
we do not care for each other
the things we value are useless
when it comes to human relationships
I ask
what is unity
I ask
is anybody happy
happiness is not measured by the computer model someone owns
not even measured by the residence someone owns
the eyes we grow in this society
can only see the outlines
yet the outlines are not a tactile sustainable truth
something that is temporarily evident
on the surface of things everything is capable of change
humanity suffers
is anyone willing to change this fact
is anyone willing to let go of his future
because it seems that one lives by the fears of future visualizations
future will not exist further
unless the present moment becomes this reality
if you ask what's this reality's reality
the words are not suitable for actual explanation of chaos
not even chaos is suitable to describe man's actions of misery in this world
become the despair
come into the lightness of acceptance
it's honest and noble to be true
even if truth is microscopical detail in a world of abundance
yet humanity suffers
we cannot lead
we cannot speak
we cannot think
we are about to loose our rights
we are about to forget our qualities
we has become I
and I has become a shut window of hope
the virtue of love has become extinct
our arrival to this world and our return to infinity
will be separated as two different matters
whereas is only one continuous truth
truth has no other synonym for its meaning
no better word to scrutinize the sense of it
truth is truth
and one must grow inside in order to flower in the outside
always be pure, simple and honest
यमुना
Agnes Martin - writings
I'd like to talk about the perfection underlying life
when the mind is covered over with perfection
and the heart if filled with delight
but I wish not to deny the rest.
In our minds, there is awareness of perfection;
when we look with our eyes we see it,
and how it functions is mysterious to us and unavailable.
When we live our lives it's something like a race - our minds
become concerned and covered over and we get depressed and
have to get away for a holiday.
And then there are some moments of perfection
and in these moments we wonder why we ever thought life was
difficult.
We think that at last our feet are on the right path and that we
will not falter or fail.
We' re absolutely convinced we have the solution and then the
moment is over.
Moments of awareness are not complete awareness,
just as moments of blindness are not completely blind.
In moments of blindness when you meet someone you know
well,
they seem hardly recognizable,
and one seems even a stranger to oneself.
These experiences of the mind are too quickly passed over and
forgotten,
although startling moments of awareness are never forgotten.
Seeking awareness of perfection in the mind is called,
living the inner life.
It is not necessary for artists to live the inner life.
It is only necessary for them to recognize inspiration or to
represent it.
Our representations of inspiration are far from perfect
for perfection is unobtainable and unattainable.
Moments of awareness of perfection and of inspiration are alike
except that inspirations are often directives to action.
Many people think that if they are attuned to fate, all their
inspirations will lead them toward what they want and need.
But inspiration is really just the guide to the next thing
and may be what we call success or failure.
The bad paintings have to be painted
and to the artist these are more valuable than those paintings
later brought before the public.
A work of art is successful when there is a hint of perfection
presentat
the slightest hint . . . the work is alive.
The life of the work depends upon the observer, according to his
own awareness of perfection and inspiration.
The responsibility of the response to art is not with the artist.
To feel confident and successful is not natural to the artist.
To feel insufficient,
to experience disappointment and defeat in waiting for
inspiration
is the natural state of mind of an artist.
As a result praised to most artists is a little embarrassing.
They cannot take credit for inspiration,
for we can see perfectly, but we cannot do perfectly.
Many artists live socially without disturbance to mind,
but others must live the inner experiences of mind, a solitary
way of living.
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today
humanity suffers
reality hasn't changed at all ever since war survivals
God couldn't have saved us and cannot save us again now
we do not care for each other
the things we value are useless
when it comes to human relationships
I ask
what is unity
I ask
is anybody happy
happiness is not measured by the computer model someone owns
not even measured by the residence someone owns
the eyes we grow in this society
can only see the outlines
yet the outlines are not a tactile sustainable truth
something that is temporarily evident
on the surface of things everything is capable of change
humanity suffers
is anyone willing to change this fact
is anyone willing to let go of his future
because it seems that one lives by the fears of future visualizations
future will not exist further
unless the present moment becomes this reality
if you ask what's this reality's reality
the words are not suitable for actual explanation of chaos
not even chaos is suitable to describe man's actions of misery in this world
become the despair
come into the lightness of acceptance
it's honest and noble to be true
even if truth is microscopical detail in a world of abundance
yet humanity suffers
we cannot lead
we cannot speak
we cannot think
we are about to loose our rights
we are about to forget our qualities
we has become I
and I has become a shut window of hope
the virtue of love has become extinct
our arrival to this world and our return to infinity
will be separated as two different matters
whereas is only one continuous truth
truth has no other synonym for its meaning
no better word to scrutinize the sense of it
truth is truth
and one must grow inside in order to flower in the outside
always be pure, simple and honest
यमुना
Agnes Martin - writings
I'd like to talk about the perfection underlying life
when the mind is covered over with perfection
and the heart if filled with delight
but I wish not to deny the rest.
In our minds, there is awareness of perfection;
when we look with our eyes we see it,
and how it functions is mysterious to us and unavailable.
When we live our lives it's something like a race - our minds
become concerned and covered over and we get depressed and
have to get away for a holiday.
And then there are some moments of perfection
and in these moments we wonder why we ever thought life was
difficult.
We think that at last our feet are on the right path and that we
will not falter or fail.
We' re absolutely convinced we have the solution and then the
moment is over.
Moments of awareness are not complete awareness,
just as moments of blindness are not completely blind.
In moments of blindness when you meet someone you know
well,
they seem hardly recognizable,
and one seems even a stranger to oneself.
These experiences of the mind are too quickly passed over and
forgotten,
although startling moments of awareness are never forgotten.
Seeking awareness of perfection in the mind is called,
living the inner life.
It is not necessary for artists to live the inner life.
It is only necessary for them to recognize inspiration or to
represent it.
Our representations of inspiration are far from perfect
for perfection is unobtainable and unattainable.
Moments of awareness of perfection and of inspiration are alike
except that inspirations are often directives to action.
Many people think that if they are attuned to fate, all their
inspirations will lead them toward what they want and need.
But inspiration is really just the guide to the next thing
and may be what we call success or failure.
The bad paintings have to be painted
and to the artist these are more valuable than those paintings
later brought before the public.
A work of art is successful when there is a hint of perfection
presentat
the slightest hint . . . the work is alive.
The life of the work depends upon the observer, according to his
own awareness of perfection and inspiration.
The responsibility of the response to art is not with the artist.
To feel confident and successful is not natural to the artist.
To feel insufficient,
to experience disappointment and defeat in waiting for
inspiration
is the natural state of mind of an artist.
As a result praised to most artists is a little embarrassing.
They cannot take credit for inspiration,
for we can see perfectly, but we cannot do perfectly.
Many artists live socially without disturbance to mind,
but others must live the inner experiences of mind, a solitary
way of living.
