“El Arte Y El Amor Son Lo Mismo: Es El Proceso De Verse En Cosas Que No Son Ustedes.”

William Moll. 1. Bórgicas y Pachecas. 

Celebrate Earth Day with some cosmic perspective brought to you by NASA and Carl Sagan

“That’s here. That’s home. That’s us.

On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there–on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

-Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot

Naty Abascal.

Se ve bonita con sus estrías, sus kilitos de menos o más sus pecas, lunares, cicatrices, manchas. Todo aquello que usted llama “imperfeccionismo”, llámelo arte.

Onar Ramos.

“Soy dueña de las montañas, de los astros, y los soles, de mapas y mirasoles dueña soy de mis pestañas de mis lúcidas hazañas, del fuego de mil crisoles de ruedos con toros y oles Y del viento de las cañas, soy dueña del firmamento porque lo miro en aumento, soy dueña de los espejos porque plasmo sus reflejos, soy dueña del universo porque lo invento en mi verso.”

— Soy dueña del universo, Pita Amor.

La tierra más lejana (1955) — Alejandra Pizarnik

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‪Marilyn Monroe photographed by Eve Arnold in 1955.‬

The first image, where she’s reading Joyce, is often treated like a kind of joke—but, apart from being naturally intelligent, MM was actually intellectually very curious. She always wanted to learn more, to figure things out.‬ It wasn’t: “Look everybody, I’m reading a difficult book, I’m not dumb!” It was a personal thing, which meant a lot to her.

(I’ve featured two of these before but they fit here too.)

Bronze sculpture, EXPANSION. By Paige Bradley.

“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in…”