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Saul Williams – Telegram

Genius Lyrics

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Saul Williams: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert

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My coworker just published a book—take a look if you’re interested.

NAOMIE ANOMIE
A Biography of Infinite Desire

Jennifer Hasegawa

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Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —

— Emily Dickinson

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My Foolish Dream

In the distance of time hear the sound
Of those who believe they have found
The light in the dark through the beat of a heart
And the vision of freedom to come
We live in a time of despair
Where the cries of the people lie bare
Generations have passed, heard the slogans enmasse

So when will we be free at last?
While the strain of new voices spread far
Drowning light from a delicate star
But I hold in my heart a dream that I guard
It’s secrets sung by the caged dove
There’s a beautiful sound that I hear
It’s the sound of true freedom for we
And it whispers to me,

“Take my hand and you’ll see
That the dream lives for all who believe”

Let your tears wash away all the fears
Mother nature proved over the years
That for those who turn their back will never know they lack
The song of true freedom I hear
My only foolish dream
An innocent dream

— United Future Organization – My Foolish Dream – Feat. Monday Michiru

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“Sir, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool, But you yourself may serve to show it, That every fool is not a poet.”

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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“The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

― Robert Frost

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Aesthetics Philosophy of the Arts
 

     
   
 

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Dada

Dada was an informal international movement, with participants in
Europe and North America. The beginnings of Dada correspond to the
outbreak of World War I. For many participants, the movement was a protest against the bourgeois nationalist and colonialist
interests, which many Dadaists believed were the root cause of the war,
and against the cultural and intellectual conformity—in art and more
broadly in society—that corresponded to the war.

Many Dadaists believed that the ‘reason’ and ‘logic’ of bourgeois capitalist
society had led people into war. They expressed their rejection of that
ideology in artistic expression that appeared to reject logic and
embrace chaos and irrationality. For example, George Grosz later recalled that his Dadaist art was intended as a protest “against this world of mutual destruction.”

According to Hans Richter Dada was not art: it was “anti-art.” Dada represented the opposite of everything which art stood for. Where art was concerned with traditional aesthetics, Dada ignored aesthetics. If art was to appeal to sensibilities, Dada was intended to offend.

As Hugo Ball
expressed it, “For us, art is not an end in itself … but it is an
opportunity for the true perception and criticism of the times we live
in.”

A reviewer from the American Art News
stated at the time that “Dada philosophy is the sickest, most
paralyzing and most destructive thing that has ever originated from the
brain of man.” Art historians have described Dada as being, in large
part, a “reaction to what many of these artists saw as nothing more than
an insane spectacle of collective homicide.”

Years later, Dada artists described the movement as “a phenomenon
bursting forth in the midst of the postwar economic and moral crisis, a
savior, a monster, which would lay waste to everything in its path…
[It was] a systematic work of destruction and demoralization… In the
end it became nothing but an act of sacrilege.”

To quote Dona Budd’s The Language of Art Knowledge,

Dada was born out of negative reaction to the horrors of the First
World War. This international movement was begun by a group of artists
and poets associated with the Cabaret Voltaire
in Zürich. Dada rejected reason and logic, prizing nonsense,
irrationality and intuition. The origin of the name Dada is unclear;
some believe that it is a nonsensical word. Others maintain that it
originates from the Romanian artists Tristan Tzara’s and Marcel Janco’s
frequent use of the words “da, da,” meaning “yes, yes” in the Romanian
language. Another theory says that the name “Dada” came during a meeting
of the group when a paper knife stuck into a French–German dictionary
happened to point to ‘dada’, a French word for ‘hobbyhorse’.

The movement primarily involved visual arts, literature, poetry, art manifestos, art theory, theatre, and graphic design, and concentrated its anti-war politics through a rejection of the prevailing standards in art through anti-art cultural works.

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Art is Dead

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“The only artists I have ever known who are personally delightful are bad
artists. Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently
are perfectly uninteresting in what they are. A great poet, a really
great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets
are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are, the more
picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of
second-rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible. He lives the poetry
that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not
realize.”—Oscar Wilde/ The Picture of Dorian Gray
   

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Now I am quietly waiting for / the catastrophe of my personality / to seem beautiful again, / and interesting, and modern.

—   Frank O’Hara, Mayakovsky