It is at Easter that Jesus is most human, and like all humans, he fails and is failed. His is not an all-powerful God, it is an all-vulnerable God.
God help us to live slowly:To move simply:To look softly:To allow emptiness:To let the heart create for us.Amen.
Love one another and you will be happy. It’s as simple and as difficult as that.
Fogs are like dreams that feed the soul, and without their mysterious embrace, childhood, courtship, poetry and the composition of music become all the more difficult.
A street full of electric light is a sign of civic failure and is an insulting injury to the soul. Shutting out the night is as disastrous as shutting out the light.
In my adolescence, I think I felt very outcast; I felt lonely. I felt great loneliness, and sometimes I wouldn’t partake in Christmas, and I would go off and wander in the streets of Melbourne.
In contemporary art culture, where good looks and clever strategic planning of art careers have become a feature, professional practice may be taught in art schools like a branch of public relations or political science.
I must warn you right here and now that I am a ‘wet leftie,’ a ‘leftist’ and also a member of the ‘bleeding heart liberal left.’ I had no say in it whatsoever. I woke up one morning, and these things were tattooed across my forehead.
Art, like religion, arises from the spirit, but alas, the formalizing of spiritual life all too often ends in hypocrisy.
Easter is reflecting upon suffering for one thing, but it also reflects upon Jesus and his non compliance in the face of great authority where he holds to his truth – so there’s two stories there.
Easter is not limited to the passion and death of Christ; it also includes the dismal tragedy of life unlived by the many, and all the loss of passion and truth that goes with it.
The human relationship to combustion is as mysterious as it is fraught with madness. From the candle flame to the nuclear blast, it has lit up the human imagination with fear and fascination.
Art, it seems to me, doesn’t need freedom so much as it needs courage and love – some would call it ‘soul’ or ‘Eros.’
In nicey-nicey land, you must be happy-clappy and positive all the time – bad news is taboo.
Existential philosophy, poetry and art – just like sadness – were all unavoidable to a tender young man in the meat works.
When I was a boy, my own dad told me in a smiling and wistful way that it’s a wise man that knows his own father.