Quotes About Innovation

It's as if we have lamps but won't plug them in because our ancestors believed electricity was spirit-made. Having lost belief in spirits, we sit in the dark. There's no need. We have holidays and rituals, crafted like tungsten and glass for glowing. We have poems that buzz with electric charge. Let's plug them in.

We're in a time now where technology is such that we can create anything, and that's what's new about television and film these days.

Too much of my life feels like this already- trying to recycle something old into something new and better, disguising someone else's trash as some fresh, shiny thing.

The wall is a place to keep track of thoughts, as fast as they come, and remember them when they go away. Anything interesting or weird or even halfway inspired goes up there.

I have a section for New Nameless Web Magazine.

Who cares for Algebra? Who delights in solving math? I only want to live my life Along the creative path.

When you see a good move, look for a better one

Without error there can be no brilliancy

Poetry must be as new as foam, and as old as the rock.

Old and new make the warp and woof of every moment. There is no thread that is not a twist of these two strands. By necessity, by proclivity, and by delight, we all quote.

We're used to the wonders of today. Why, if our forebears were to arise and hear the radio, see television, and witness a jumbo jet landing at an airport, spitting and roaring in the pitch-black night, they would think us polytheists for sure.

The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.

Quand je pense, dit Sandoz, que ces petits fignoleurs de l'École et du journalisme l'ont accusé de paresse et d'ignorance, en répétant les uns à la suite des autres qu'il avait toujours refusé d'apprendre son métier ! (...) Jamais ils ne comprendront que ce qu'on apporte, lorsqu'on a la gloire d'apporter quelque chose, déforme ce qu'on apprend.

S'il en avait découvert le moyen, il aurait fait passer la rue au travers de sa maison.

What was Art, after all, if not simply giving out what you have inside you? ... Wasn't a bunch of carrots, yes, a bunch of carrots, studied directly and painted simply, personally, as you see it yourself, as good as any of the run-of-the-mill, made-to-measure Ecole des Beaux-Arts stuff, painted with tobacco juice? The day was not far off when one solitary, original carrot might be pregnant with revolution! (35)

Todas las novedades que la bullen a V. en esa cabecita revolucionaria... serán muy buenas en otros países de Europa o del Nuevo Mundo; lo serán tal vez aquí en mil novecientos ochenta; lo que es ahora... ¡desdichada de V. si se obstina en ir contra la corriente!

Like a stripped and lifeless trunk the Oriental church produces no theologians, thinkers, or savants.

Why must these people go on, and on, copying, copying fragments of old relics from extinct churches, and old tombs as though those were the best that could ever be, and it would be a sacrilege to beat them? Why didn't they want to out-do the best, instead of copying, always copying what had been done?

They already realized possibilities that we couldn't see. They heard the music and designed inner worlds out of what they dreamed....

The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.

Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.

Just when you think you have summed everything up, painted it clearly and given meaning to what was once just a pool of colored paint, another canvas crops up blank and ready to be filled.

I don't like a clever toilet looking at our butts.

It does sometimes seem as if the nineteenth century hasn't reached this part of the world yet." He