Letter from Sol Lewitt to Eva Hesse, April 14, 1965

Hesse had written to her friend Lewitt about being blocked. My favorite parts from what Lewitt wrote back:

Try and tickle something inside you, your “weird humor.” You belong in the most secret part of you. Don’t worry about cool, make your own uncool. Make your own, your own world… You must practice being stupid, dumb, unthinking, empty. Then you will be able to DO…

Try to do some BAD work—the worst you can think of and see what happens but mainly relax and let everything go to hell—you are not responsible for the world—you are only responsible for your work—so DO IT.

In other words: MAKE BAD ART.

You can read the whole letter in this PDF.

The letter is also included in Shaun Usher’s great collection Letters Of Note, coming out in the states in May. (Lucky me, I have a dee-lux UK edition.)

…I give to you the mausoleum of all hope and desire. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won, he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

- William Faulkner

…I can assure you that awards have very little bearing on my own personal happiness, my own sense of well-being and purpose in the world. That comes from studying the world feelingly, with empathy in my work. It comes from staying alert and alive and involved in the lives of the people that I love and the people in the wider world who need my help.

- Meryl Streep, from her commencement speech at Columbia University, 2010

“‘There are those chaotic moments when you realise that time never stops.  No matter what you become.  Never stops.’  Her fingers withdrew, curling into a fist, then unfurled again into a stretch.  Muscles relaxing, her hands sank to her lap for a moment’s respite.  Her tawny eyes followed and considered them briefly, lost focus, and slid closed, though there would hardly be rest for the mind’s eyes.  
'How quickly life gets so out of reach.  You're trying to get it back together, mad and flaming until you are cold.
You look around at the world and the largeness, everything unraveling at your feet, and you wish you had more time.’
Her eyes opened to study mine, sharp and clear as a still candle flame, a steady lamplight.
'Isn't that what everyone wishes for?  All those little minds can fathom.  Always more.'”
- an excerpt from Threadless

“‘There are those chaotic moments when you realise that time never stops.  No matter what you become.  Never stops.’  Her fingers withdrew, curling into a fist, then unfurled again into a stretch.  Muscles relaxing, her hands sank to her lap for a moment’s respite.  Her tawny eyes followed and considered them briefly, lost focus, and slid closed, though there would hardly be rest for the mind’s eyes.  

'How quickly life gets so out of reach.  You're trying to get it back together, mad and flaming until you are cold.

You look around at the world and the largeness, everything unraveling at your feet, and you wish you had more time.’

Her eyes opened to study mine, sharp and clear as a still candle flame, a steady lamplight.

'Isn't that what everyone wishes for?  All those little minds can fathom.  Always more.'”

- an excerpt from Threadless

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See you tomorrow, Camp Nanowrimo.

1000wordseveryday:

I’ll be up at five, ready to write! My goal is 50K this month.

Anyone else participating?

Ah, this exists.  I just signed up!  Hopefully this will give me that push I’ve been needing.

Anyone else??  Let’s write together.