Tattooing has been around for many centuries spanning numerous cultures throughout the world. The art form may still have a few remaning taboos surrounding it, but its popularity has been on the rise and many artists are gaining notoriety for their craft. Tattoos may not be your cup of…
“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write?
Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to.
But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.”
”—Franz Kafka (from: letter to Oskar Pollak, 1904)
“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive. To them… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, their very breath is cut off… They must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency they are not really alive unless they are creating.”—Pearl Buck
"They have a sound that you know will carry them far but on Friday night, at the Africa Centre in Covent Garden, London, there was that feeling of being part of a select few who were hearing something intimate before the hype "
“The artist is not a person endowed with free will who seeks his own ends, but one who allows art to realize its purposes through him.”—Carl Jung, Modern Man in Search of a Soul (via youruniverseislovelyhubble)
I fell in love with Mike Shaw’s photography for it’s strong personal vision, and I was not surprised to learn he is self-taught, the trial and error he has put himself through has honed his unique style.
I also love photography combined with poetry, so imagine my delight when I found that Mike also writes poetry ..
I am very privileged to be allowed to publish one of his photographs and poems.
Old man what have you seen Stood tall on this land of green Old man do you call to the sky A resting place for birds on the fly Old man do your branches sing Upon the breeze the air does bring Old man can I rest under your shadow So you can tell me of stories from long ago.