Who said it first: Kanye West or Ralph Waldo Emerson?
1. TO BE GREAT IS TO BE MISUNDERSTOOD.
2. I ACCEPT THE IDEA (IDEAL) THAT PERCEPTION IS REALITY.
3. I UNDERSTAND CULTURE. I AM THE NUCLEUS.
4. I BECOME A TRANSPARENT EYEBALL. I AM NOTHING. I SEE ALL.
5. WOULD YOU BELIEVE IN WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN IF YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE WHO BELIEVED IT?
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One of my life goals is to make it into a Carmel Pine Cone police log illustration.
POLICE LOG COMICS by Owen Cook
Flaubertian realism, like most fiction, is both lifelike and artificial. It is lifelike because detail really does hit us, especially in big cities, in a tattoo of randomness. And we do exist in different time signatures. Suppose I am walking down a street. I am aware of a police siren, a building being demolished, the scrape of a shop door. Different faces and bodies stream past me. And as a I pass a cafe, I catch the eye of a woman, who is sitting alone. She looks at me, I at her. A moment of pointless, vaguely erotic urban connection, but the face reminds me of someone I once knew, and sets a train of thought going. I walk on, but that particular face in the cafe glows in my memory, is held there, and is being temporally preserved, while around me noise and activities are not being similarly preserved—are entering and leaving my consciousness. The face, you could say, is playing at 4/4, while the rest of the city is humming along more quickly at 6/8.
The artifice lies in the selection of detail. In life, we can swivel our heads and eyes, but in fact we are like helpless cameras. We have a wide lens, and must take whatever comes before us. Our memory selects for us, but not much like the way literary narrative selects. Our memories are aesthetically untalented.
-James Wood, from How Fiction Works