Claude Lévi-Strauss book Tristes Tropiques
Source: Tristes Tropiques (1955), Chapter 11 : São Paulo, p. 95
Source: Old Home Town (1935), Ch. 1.
Claude Lévi-Strauss book Tristes Tropiques
Source: Tristes Tropiques (1955), Chapter 11 : São Paulo, p. 95
August Macke (1887–1914) German painter of the expressionist group Der Blaue Reiter
In 'The New Program' (1914) - first appeared in Das neue Program, Kunst und Künstler 12. (March 1914)
Cristoforo Colombo (1451–1506) Explorer, navigator, and colonizer
On smoking, 6 November 1492
Journal of the First Voyage
Neil Young (1945) Canadian singer-songwriter
Helpless, from Déjà Vu (1970)
Song lyrics, With Crosby, Stills & Nash
Ibn Battuta (1304–1377) Moroccan explorer
Lahari Bandar (Sindh) . The Rehalã of Ibn Battûta translated into English by Mahdi Hussain, Baroda, 1967, p. 10.
Travels in Asia and Africa (Rehalã of Ibn Battûta)
Alistair Cooke (1908–2004) British journalist and broadcaster
Source: Alistair Cooke's America (1973), p. 146.
Werner von Blomberg (1878–1946) German field marshal
Quoted in "Facts on File Yearbook" - 1941 - Page 2
Kazimir Malevich (1879–1935) Russian and Soviet artist of polish descent
As quoted in: Richtingen in de hedendaagsche schilderkunst (Trends in the Present Day Art of Painting), Jacob Bendien - W.L. & J Brusse, Rotterdam,1936, p. 100 (transl. Anne Porcelijn)
1910 - 1920
Henri Barbusse (1873–1935) French novelist
The Inferno (1917), Ch. XVII
Context: Who shall compose the Bible of human desire, the terrible and simple Bible of that which drives us from life to life, the Bible of our doings, our goings, our original fall? Who will dare to tell everything, who will have the genius to see everything?
I believe in a lofty form of poetry, in the work in which beauty will be mingled with beliefs. The more incapable of it I feel myself, the more I believe it to be possible. The sad splendour with which certain memories of mine overwhelm me, shows me that it is possible. Sometimes I myself have been sublime, I myself have been a masterpiece. Sometimes my visions have been mingled with a thrill of evidence so strong and so creative that the whole room has quivered with it like a forest, and there have been moments, in truth, when the silence cried out.
But I have stolen all this, and I have profited by it, thanks to the shamelessness of the truth revealed. At the point in space in which, by accident, I found myself, I had only to open my eyes and to stretch out my mendicant hands to accomplish more than a dream, to accomplish almost a work.