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A review by spaceisavacuum
Speak, Memory by Vladimir Nabokov
challenging
emotional
reflective
slow-paced
3.0
moyo pochtenietse… he’s the kind of writer who’d remark on the etymology of the Tsetse fly with allusion that that suffix ending. Ehh, Nabokov is too pretentious for me… like I’m not big on info dumping, in a science fiction context Yes Very, but about these things like HIS genealogy I don’t care. 🥱 Looking back at my family photographs, I think I’ll try and do something with them. My great great grandfather for instance, is a stalwart chap, far overbearing the reach of his progeny, and little do I know of him, except we’re Swedish. My brother always says “Your Swedish?”
Anyway Nabokov visited the same butterfly garden we did in Portal, Arizona.. along the Chiricahua mtn. range. For him it was the summer of 1953, for us it was the 2000s, and by then a rather punier affair but maybe it wasn’t seasonable. Whatever, our bailiwick was the snake 🐍 Cause we’re a touch on the brutal side? And they’re just simpler, to photograph & to feed. Though it’s interesting they can study the larval caterpillar and its metamorphosis in its cocoon. I’m not sure how I feel about butterflies, 🦋 like their beauty lasts but for an instant. 🦋
“There is, it would seem, in the dimensional scale of the world a kind of delicate meeting place between imagination and knowledge, a point, arrived at by diminishing large things and enlarging small ones, that is intrinsically artistic.”
Take a 🔬 or take a 🔭 and you observe the natural world, take a candid shot with a 📷 and it’s meant to be natural. Afterall, we are organic lifeforms too right? But it only makes sense to me, in some grand vision of everything coming together, everything is art. Art doesn’t ever need to be taken so seriously, Science does. Science explains the phenomenon of life; Anything written or drawn by mankind is that maker’s design. Science is god’s design, the art of god.
James Franco: You don’t like art? Art is its most beautiful and pure form, in my taste, without the commercialism; so it can stay true to the artists who make it for them and uncritically so.
“The snow is real, though, and as I bend to it and scoop up a handful, sixty years crumble to glittering frost-dust between my fingers.” ❄️ ❄️ ❄️
Anyway Nabokov visited the same butterfly garden we did in Portal, Arizona.. along the Chiricahua mtn. range. For him it was the summer of 1953, for us it was the 2000s, and by then a rather punier affair but maybe it wasn’t seasonable. Whatever, our bailiwick was the snake 🐍 Cause we’re a touch on the brutal side? And they’re just simpler, to photograph & to feed. Though it’s interesting they can study the larval caterpillar and its metamorphosis in its cocoon. I’m not sure how I feel about butterflies, 🦋 like their beauty lasts but for an instant. 🦋
“There is, it would seem, in the dimensional scale of the world a kind of delicate meeting place between imagination and knowledge, a point, arrived at by diminishing large things and enlarging small ones, that is intrinsically artistic.”
Take a 🔬 or take a 🔭 and you observe the natural world, take a candid shot with a 📷 and it’s meant to be natural. Afterall, we are organic lifeforms too right? But it only makes sense to me, in some grand vision of everything coming together, everything is art. Art doesn’t ever need to be taken so seriously, Science does. Science explains the phenomenon of life; Anything written or drawn by mankind is that maker’s design. Science is god’s design, the art of god.
James Franco: You don’t like art? Art is its most beautiful and pure form, in my taste, without the commercialism; so it can stay true to the artists who make it for them and uncritically so.
“The snow is real, though, and as I bend to it and scoop up a handful, sixty years crumble to glittering frost-dust between my fingers.” ❄️ ❄️ ❄️