Notes on Arts & science by Dolf Reiser
There is the initial period of conscious work, dealing with the problem (input)
Next period where the unconscious takes over (sleep, daydreams, etc.)- and appropriate hypothesis strikes ,
Proof of the hypothesis is worked out.
Children have to learn to see- acquire the ability to recognize objects. Visual perception alone does not convey the full meaning of the object
Artistic vision = expression of a world behind consciousness.
Art Synetics by Nicholas Rookes
Synetics= bringing together
4 classes of analogy
projections- point to point accurate representations
surrogate images- symbolic
Personal quest for identity drives us outward & inward
1. Memory mental images
3. Hypnagogic- between sleep & waking
Eidetics- photographic memory
1. synthesis- form unified patterns out of chaotic input
2. simplifications – reduce to basic elements
3. detachment- logical left brain
4. energizing p toward new connections
How to mobilize creative thinking
render intellectually and socially tolerable that which would otherwise be incoherent
myths never disappear, new ones always take their place
“If you don’t know what you want,” the doorman said, “you end up with a lot you don’t.”
May I never be complete.
May I never be content.
May I never be perfect.
Maybe self-improvement isn’t he answer.
Maybe self-destruction is the answer.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
“Its only after you’ve lost everything,”
Nothing is static.
Everything is falling apart.
I know this because
“Recycling and speed limits are bullshit,”
He says, “What you have to understand, is your father was your model for God.”
The mechanic says, ”If you’re male and you’re Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God, And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?”
This is all Tyler Durden dogma. Scrawled on bits of paper while I was asleep and given to my to type and photocopy at work. I’ve read it all. Even my boss has probably read it all.
“What you end up doing, “the mechanic says, “is you spend your life searching for a father and God.”
“What you need to consider,” he says, is the possibility that God doesn’t like you. Could be, God hates us. This is not the worst thing that can happen.”
If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?
Unless we get God’s attention, we have no hope of damnation or redemption.
Which is worse, hell or nothing?
Only if we’re caught and punished can we be saved.
…. you’re not how much money you‘ve got in the bank. You’re not your job. You’re not your family, and you’re not who you tell yourself.”
The mechanic yells into the wind, “You’re not your name.
A space monkey in the back seat picks it up: “You’re not your problems.”
“We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we’ll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won’t. And we’re just learning this fact,”
That old saying, about how you always kill the thing you love, well it works both ways.
How everything you ever love will reject you or die.
Everything you ever create will be thrown away.
Everything you’re proud of will end up as trash.
I am Ozymandias, king of kings.
Movie quotes: This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. This is your life and its ending one minute at a time. If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person? You buy furniture…. Then your trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.
On a large enough time scale, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero.
This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
This is your life and its ending one minute at a time.
If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?
You buy furniture…. Then your trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake, You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, we are all art of the same compost heap.
How much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight?
No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.
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