Edith Sodergran
“tonight I wd. love to write an essay about music—it seems to me I know some things tonight—but good God! For hours with pencil in hand + only one stupid sentence. Who tied my tongue + stopped the spirit for words? Maybe I can tell you what vision I have: rhythm is like the air or water or the ether that the planets move in,—it is in fact like space, and the whole problem in writing notes or making movements, etc., is to not destroy it. It has not the slightest thing to do with anything that is put into it: an accent or a metre or what else; it only begs to be free to be. Does that mean anything?”
— John Cage, in a Letter to Merce Cunningham [postmarked August 17, 1944, New York], in John Cage’s Selected Letters
Not how the world is, is the mystical, but that it is.
Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889 – 1951), Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus 6.44 (1921)
Lee Lozano
No title, 1971, pen on vellum, 11 × 8½ inches
Frank O'Hara
Unknown Artist - Love Magic. 1470 - 1480
Aus dem Leben der Marionetten / From the Life of the Marionettes (1980), Ingmar Bergman