We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
These days, Clarissa believes, you measure people first by their kindness and their capacity for devotion. You get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody's little display of genius.
-- The Hours
Responses to Jung’s Red Book
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Rubin Museum of Art chief curator, Martin Brauen, left, and Felix Walder,
great-grandson to Carl Jung, inspect Carl Jung’s “The Red Book” (Photo:
Rubin Mus...
hiating
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as has been obvious to any regular Subjectify readers, i've decided to take
a long-term hiatus from posting. the good news is, i've been doing more
plannin...
Video is dead
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Gerhard Richter, "Abstract Painting (894-2)," 2005, oil on aludibond, 11 3/4
x 17 3/8"
In *Time Out New York* this week Howard Halle begins his Gerhard Ri...
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