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Showing posts with label Ernst Haeckel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ernst Haeckel. Show all posts

Monday, 11 August 2014

Evolutionary Process

I live on Earth at present and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing - a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process - an integral function of the Universe.
Buckminster Fuller, I seem to be a Verb, 1970 

Ernst Haeckel - Rhizopoda Radiata - Kunstformen der Natur - 1904

Karl Blossfeldt - Abutilon, Saxifraga Aizoon, ? - Urformen der Kunst - 1929

Rudolph Steiner - Seven planetary seals - c.a. 1907

"All life is but a poem, a movement. I am but a word, a verb, a depth, in the most savage sense, the most mystique, the most alive."
Blaise Cendrars, Der Sturm, 1913
quoted in Michel Décaudin, La crise des valeurs symbolistes: vingt ans de poésie française, 1895-1914, 1991

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

An Infinite Scream passing through Nature

“I was walking along a path with two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city – my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.”
Edward Munch, 1893, quoted here

Araucaria Tree via I'm Revolting


Ernst Haeckel - Siphonophorae - Kunstformen der Natur - 1899/1904


H.P. Berlage - Crown for an Electric Light - Date Unknown - NAI Collection


"The first language of mankind, the most universal and vivid, in a word the only language man needed, before he had occasion to exert his eloquence to persuade assembled multitudes, was the simple cry of nature."
Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Discourse on the Origin and Basis of Inequality Among Men, 1754