✧ concept boards
✬ being guided by love
✳ thinking about liberation
✹ thinking about deep rooted knowledge, the subconscious, archetypes
❀ lists of all kinds
❂ books/ talk / movies
❃ earth speak
❈ knowledge infrastructure
☉ nature of reality
☼ thoughts and some more learning
☽ inner world
some of my art -> ilonaaltman.com
htx / pittsburgh
"yes, the whole world is a huge screen, a huge receptor of these images...
so I desperately try
not to make images that may move humanity in the wrong direction
because I know that
my images are part of the collective dream
of all of us
and mother earth."
A poem is an intellectualized impression, an idea made emotion, communicated by others by means of a rhythm. This rhythm is double in one, like the concave and convex aspects of the same arc: it is made up of a verbal or musical rhythm and of a visual or image rhythm which concurs inwardly with it. The translation of a poem should therefore conform absolutely (1) to the idea or emotion which constitutes the poem, (2) to the verbal rhythm in which that idea or emotion is expressed; it should conform relatively to the inner or visual rhythm, keeping to the images themselves when it can, but keeping always to the type of image.
It was on this criterion that I based my translation into Portuguese of Poe’s "Annabel Lee" and "Ulalume", which I translated, not because of their great intrinsic worth, but because they were a standing challenge to translators.
Quantum physics does not describe how things are, but how things interact with one another. So, I think this is general. Even we human beings — I’m not a thing. I’m a net of interactions with the world around me, with the people who know me, who love me. It’s a more powerful way of trying to grasp reality by focusing on what interacts with what and how, and somehow, the objects are just the nodes of interactions. They’re not a primary thing; they’re a secondary thing, I think.
What are its layers - visually, intellectually? How does it encourage someone to spend time with it, unwrap it, feel it fully? Does it require someone to unfold it? Does it present itself all it once?