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“Meaning lies as much
in the mind of the reader
as in the Haiku.”
― Douglas R. Hofstadter, Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid

“Edwin’s gaze drifted away from the man’s face, to the mild decrepitude of the September garden. The salvias were bare now, for the most part, brown stalks and dried leaves, a few last blooms wisping blue and violet in the failing light. He was struck by an understanding of what his life could be from this moment: he could live here quietly, and care for the garden, and that might eventually be enough.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Sea of Tranquility

“The choir are screaming now, fugue-permutations veering and careening to the outer limits of the field where any ratio of intervals or pitches might hold sway: tonics swapping with subdominants within the space of single notes that seem to play out in three octaves all at once, false entries, inversions, retrogrades and diminutions running riot through all keys -- until, suddenly, these fall away, like clouds”
― Tom McCarthy, The Making of Incarnation

“The creative act shall always triumph over the death culture of capital.”
― Matthew Thurber, Art Comic