2023 Graphics Journal Page #7: Feb. 22 – Feb. 26

All This, Surely, Was Good

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2023 Graphics Journal Page#6: Feb. 5 – Feb. 21

Outside the Lines

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Dreaming of Spring

Nothing can be forced to live.
The earth is like a drug now, like a voice from far away,
a lover or master. In the end, you do what the voice tells you.
It says forget, you forget.
It says begin again, you begin again.

from March by Louise Gluck

Untitled Pantun Berkait


Butterflies sport on the wing around,

They fly to the sea by the reef of rocks

My heart has felt uneasy in my breast,

From former days to the present hour.

They fly to the sea by the reef of rocks,

The vulture wings its flight to Bandan

From former days to the present hour,

Many youths have I admired.

The vulture wings its flight to Bandan

Dropping its feathers at Patani,

Many youths have I admired,

But none to compare with my present choice.

His feathers he let fall at Patani,

A score of young pigeons,

No youth can compare with my present choice.

Skilled as he is to touch the heart.

Translated by William Marsden, 1812

From McSweeney’s “Vikings, Monks, Philosophers, Whores” 2009

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Bare Trees

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A Machine for Making Falsehoods

The difficulties of being honest and being truly known

Quotes from Under the Net by Iris Murdoch

“I hate solitude, but I’m afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company which I need is the company which a pub or a cafe will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls. It’s already hard enough to tell the truth to oneself.”

“All the time when I speak to you, even now, I’m saying not precisely what I think, but what will impress you and make you respond. That’s so even between us – and how much more it’s so where there are stronger motives for deception. In fact, one’s so used to this one hardly sees it. The whole language is a machine for making falsehoods.”

“When does one ever know a human being? Perhaps only after one has realized the impossibility of knowledge and renounced the desire for it and finally ceased to feel even the need of it. But then what one achieves is no longer knowledge, it is simply a kind of co-existence; and this too is one of the guises of love.”

“When I’m up to something I find it very hard to realize that I probably look no different from the way I look on other occasions.”

“To anyone who will take the trouble to become attached to her she will immediately give a devoted, generous, imaginative and completely uncapricious attention, which is still a calculated avoidance of self-surrender. This is no doubt another reason why she never went into films; her private life must be an almost full-time activity. This has the sad result too that her existence is one long act of disloyalty; and when I knew her she was constantly involved in secrecy and lying in order to conceal from each of her friends the fact that she was so closely bound to all the others.”

“We all live in the interstices of each other’s lives, and we would all get a surprise if we could see everything.”

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