Maria Popova: Against Interpretation
“It’s only when the heart begins to beat wildly and without pattern — when it begins to realize its boundlessness — that its newly adamant pulse bangs on the walls of its cage and is bruised by its enclosure.” — Kay Larsen
Five on Transition: Inspired by the shifting of seasons as spring arrives, we asked five guests to organize a series of works from our online collection, responding to the theme of transition. Please welcome writer and critic Maria Popova, the mind behind the ever-popular “cross-disciplinary LEGO treasure chest” brainpickings.org.
“It’s only when the heart begins to beat wildly and without pattern — when it begins to realize its boundlessness — that its newly adamant pulse bangs on the walls of its cage and is bruised by its enclosure.”
From Kay Larsen’s Where the Heart Beats: John Cage, Zen Buddhism, and the Inner Life of Artists
“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”
From Annie Dillard’s The Writing Life
“A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning. The city is like poetry: it compresses all life, all races and breeds, into a small island and adds music and the accompaniment of internal engines. The island of Manhattan is without any doubt the greatest human concentrate on Earth, the poem whose magic is comprehensible to millions of permanent residents but whose full meaning will always remain elusive.”
From E. B. White’s Here Is New York
Maria Popova is the founder and editor of Brain Pickings, an inventory of cross-disciplinary interestingness spanning art, science, design, history, philosophy, psychology, and more. She has written for Wired U.K. Edition, The Atlantic, Nieman Journalism Lab, the New York Times, Smithsonian Magazine, and Design Observer, among others, and is a Massachusetts Institute of Technology fellow. She is on Twitter as @brainpicker.
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Interesting to describe poetry as a type of “compression.” While I have experienced this sense from some poems, I often experience the opposite…an expansion and opening that allows unexpected thoughts, sounds and more to find my compressed mind. Here is an example: http://www.zeorlinart.com/PoemSuspendedWords.html