Our national flower is the concrete cloverleaf.
Lewis MumfordRead
Life is an art we are required to practice without preparation, a score that we play at sight even before we have mastered our instruments.
Interpretation
Life demands creativity and improvisation without prior preparation.
This quote by Lewis Mumford suggests that life is akin to an artistic performance, where individuals must navigate through its complexities often without adequate preparation. It emphasizes the necessity of adapting and responding to life's challenges spontaneously, much like a musician who must perform a piece they have not fully mastered, highlighting the inherent unpredictability and artistry of human existence.
In practice
During a motivational speech about embracing life's unpredictability.
Our national flower is the concrete cloverleaf.
Neither democracy nor effective representation is possible until each participant in the group...devotes a measurable part of his life to furthering its existence.
Moment to moment, it turns out, is not God's conception, or nature's. It is man conversing with himself about and through a piece of machinery he created."We effectively became "time-keepers, and then time-savers, and now time-servers" with the invention of the clock."
By his very success in inventing labor-saving devices, modern man has manufactured an abyss of boredom that only the privileged classes in earlier civilizations have ever fathomed.
The right to have access to every building in the city by private motorcar in an age when everyone possesses such a vehicle is actually the right to destroy the city.
The very people who shudder over the cruelty of the hunter are apt to forget that slaughter, in the grimmest sense of the word, is a process they entrust daily to the butcher; and that unlike the game of the forests, even the dumbest creatures of the slaughterhouse know what is in store for them.
The pen is the language of the soul; as the concepts that in it are generated, such will be its writings.
A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.
The ultimate pleasure of architecture lies in the most forbidden parts of the architectural act, where limits are perverted and prohibitions are transgressed.
Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
Though it may not seem like it, I never try to write about a place, per se; it's always, first and last, about story. Story is everything. Story and a bit of attitude.
This image of wanting to be an artist - that I would in some way become an artist -was very strong. I knew for a long, long time that that's what I would be. But nothing I ever did seemed to bring me any nearer to the condition of being an artist. And I didn't know how to do it.
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