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- «Aspiramos a ser lo que auténticamente somos, pero a medida que creemos lograrlo, nos invade el hartazgo de lo que realmente somos».

- «Los únicos brazos entre los cuales nos resignaríamos a pasar la vida son los brazos de las Venus que han perdido los brazos».

- «Una luz sin fuerza para llegar al suelo ribetea con tiza las molduras y las aristas de las casas, que tienen facha de haber dormido mal, y obliga a salir de entre sus sábanas a las nubes desnudas, que se envuelven en gasas amarillentas y verdosas y se ciñen, por último, una túnica blanca».

- «Jamás existirán caballos capaces de tirar un par de patadas que violenten, más rotundamente, las leyes de la perspectiva y posean, al mismo tiempo, un concepto más equilibrado de la composición, que el par de patadas que tiran los heroicos percherones de Paolo Uccello».

- «Nada ansío de nada, mientras dura el instante de eternidad que es todo, cuando no quiero nada».

- «Aunque se alteren todas nuestras concepciones sobre la Vida y la Muerte, ha llegado el momento de denunciar la enorme superchería de las "Meninas" que —siendo las propias "Meninas" de carne y hueso— colgaron un letrerito donde se lee Velázquez, para que nadie descubriera el auténtico y secular milagro de su inmortalidad».

- «La disección de los ojos de Monet hubiera demostrado que Monet poseía ojos de mosca; ojos forzados por innumerables ojitos que distinguen con nitidez los más sutiles matices de un color pero que, siendo ojos autónomos, perciben esos matices independientemente, sin alcanzar una visión sintética de conjunto».

- «El cúmulo de atorrantismo y de burdel, de uso y abuso de limpiabotas, de sensiblería engominada, de ojo en compota, de rebote y de tristeza sin razón —allí está la pampa... más allá del indio... la quena... el tamboril— que se espereza y canta en los acordes del tango que improvisa cualquier lunfardo».

- «Los cubistas salvaron a la pintura de las corrientes de aire, de los rayos de sol que amenazaban derretirla pero —al cerrar herméticamente las ventanas, que los impresionistas habían abierto en un exceso de entusiasmo— le suministraron tal cúmulo de recetas, una cantidad tan grande de ventosas que poco faltó para que la asfixiaran y la dejasen descarnada, como un esqueleto».

- «Los bustos romanos serían incapaces de pensar si el tiempo no les hubiera destrozado la nariz».

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There were 26 entries submitted in this pair during the submission phase, 6 of which were selected by peers to advance to the finals round. The winning entry was determined based on finals round voting by peers.

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Entries (26 total; 6 finalists) — Expand all entries

“We aspire to be what we genuinely are, but the closer we think we are to achieving it, the more we are overcome with the surfeit of what we really are.” 3.34 (16)

“The only arms in whose embrace we would willingly spend our entire lives are the arms of the Venuses who have lost their arms.” 3.72 (15)

“A light too faint to reach the ground limns the mouldings and arrises of houses, that look like they haven’t slept well, and summons from under their sheets the naked Nephelae, who wrap themselves in greenish yellow gossamer before finally donning their white tunics.” 2.9 (10)

“No earthly horse’s kicks could ever shatter, more completely, the laws of perspective —and possess, simultaneously, a more balanced notion of composition— than the kicks of the heroic Percherons of Paolo Uccello.” 3.33 (19)

“I yearn for nothing, in that moment of eternity which is everything, when I don’t want anything.” 3.5 (16)

“Even if it unsettles all our assumptions about Life and Death, the time has come to expose the great ruse perpetrated by the ‘Meninas’, who —the ‘Meninas’ themselves being of flesh and blood— hung up a little sign saying Velázquez, so that no one might discover the true secular miracle of their immortality.” 3.25 (12)

“Dissecting Monet’s eyes would have revealed that Monet had eyes like a fly’s; eyes made up of countless tiny eyes that clearly discern a colour’s subtler nuances but that, being autonomous eyes, perceive those nuances independently of each other, without achieving a visual synthesis of the whole.” 3.57 (14)

“The whole ensemble of scroungerism and of bordellos, of the use and abuse of bootblacks, of slick sentimentality, of black eyes, of rage and of sorrow shorn of reason —there is La Pampa... beyond the lands of the Indian... the Quena... the Tamboril— that is roused to song by the chords of a tango improvised by some scoundrel.” 3.32 (11)

“The Cubists rescued painting from the currents of air, from the rays of sun that threatened to melt it away, but —having so tightly shut the windows that the Impressionists had thrown open in an excess of enthusiasm— they smothered it with so many prescriptions, created around it such a vacuum that it wasn’t long before they had stifled it and left it emaciated, like a skeleton.” 3.71 (14)

“The Roman busts would be incapable of thinking if time had not shattered their noses.” 3.14 (14)
Entry #15445 — Discuss 0
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The only arms in whose embrace we would willingly spend our entire lives are the arms of the Venuses who have lost their arms.
Flows well
SuzanneNievaart
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in whose embrace
Flows well
Marian Vieyra
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gossamer
Good term selection
Marian Vieyra
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melt it away
Flows well
Marian Vieyra
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having so tightly shut
Flows well
Sebastian Wasserzug
- "We aspire to be our authentic selves, but the moment we begin to believe we have achieved this we become surfeited with that which we truly are". 3.1 (11)

- "The only arms in which we would resign to spend the rest of our lives are those of the Venuses who have lost them". pan style="border-bottom: 1px dashed gray; font-size: xx-small; color: gray;" title="Quality: 3.11 (9 ratings) | Accuracy: 3.25 (8 ratings)">3.18 (17)

- "A light too weak to reach the ground chalks out the frames and the edges of the houses, which have a semblance of having slept poorly, and forces the naked clouds from between their sheets to be enveloped in gauzes of yellows and greens before finally taking the shape of a white robe". 3.67 (12)

- "There will never be a horse's kick capable of distorting the laws of perspective more completely, whilst at the same time possessing a more balanced concept of the piece, than the kicks of the heroic percherons of Paolo Uccello". 2.45 (11)

- "I want nothing of nothing, for the duration of the all-encompassing moment of eternity, in which I want nothing". 2.36 (14)

- "Though all our conceptions of Life and Death might be altered, the time has come to denounce the great deception of the "Maids of Honour", who - being the "Maids of Honour" themselves of flesh and bone - hung a small sign inscribed with the name 'Velázquez', so that no one would discover the authentic and secular miracle of his immortality". 2.93 (9)

- "The dissection of Monet's eyes would have revealed that he possessed the eyes of a fly; eyes made up of innumerable little eyes that clearly distinguished the most subtle nuances of a colour, but which, being autonomous, perceived these nuances independently, without achieving a concise, concerted vision". 3.57 (14)

- "The accumulation of laziness and prostitution, of the use and abuse of shoe shiners, of soppy sentimentality, of teary eyes, of anger and of baseless sadness - there lies the 'pampa' ... beyond the indian ... the quena ... the tabor - that spreads itself wide and sings in the chords of tango improvised by any lunfardo". 3.04 (7)

- "The cubists protected their paintings from the currents of air, from the sun's rays that threatened to melt them; however, upon hermetically sealing the windows - which the impressionists kept open in their excessive enthusiasm - they treated it with so many recipes, such a large number of vacuum cups that it's a wonder their works were not left suffocated and stripped of their flesh like skeletons”. 2 (10)

- "The Roman busts would be incapable of thought had time not destroyed their noses". 3.67 (12)
Entry #15427 — Discuss 0
John McCarthy
John McCarthy
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he only arms in which we would resign to spend the rest of our lives are those of the Venuses who have lost them"
Flows well
Yvonne Gallagher
"We aspire to be what we genuinely are; but just as we think we are getting close, the overwhelming realisation of who we actually are assaults us.” : 1px dashed gray; font-size: xx-small; color: gray;" title="Quality: 3 (7 ratings) | Accuracy: 3.4 (5 ratings)">3.2 (12)

"The only arms we would consent to spending our life in are the arms of the Venus without arms." 2.73 (11)

"A light too weak to reach the ground, traces in chalk the mouldings and edges of the sleep-crumpled houses; forcing out from their bed sheets the naked clouds, cloaked in a veil of greens and yellows, to finally gird themselves in a robe of white”. 3.58 (12)

"There will never be horses capable of delivering a more emphatic kick in the teeth to the laws of perspective, while at the same time having a more balanced concept of composition, than the kick of one of Paolo Uccello’s heroic Percheron draught horses”. 2.98 (11)

“Nothing, I yearn for nothing, while the blink-of–an-eye that is eternity and is everything, continues, when I want nothing”. 2.37 (11)

"Although all our ideas on Life and Death may alter, the time has come to denounce the massive fraud that is the "Meninas", who, being flesh and blood themselves, placed a little sign that reads: Velázquez, lest anyone discover the real, secular miracle of his immortality”. 3.25 (8)

Were we to dissect Monet’s eyes, it would become clear that he had the eyes of a fly, made up of countless visual receptors that clearly distinguish the most subtle nuances of colour but, being independent structures, they perceive these nuances independently, without achieving a comprehensive overview”. 3.4 (10)

"The clustering of shamelessness and the whorehouse; the use and abuse of the shoeshine boy; the slicked-back sentimentality and the black eye; the anger and sadness without reason; that’s where the pampas lie; beyond the Indian, the flute and the tambourine – stretched out and singing the chords of a tango cobbled together by any lowlife. " 3.78 (11)

"The Cubists rescued painting from the gusts of wind and sunlight that threatened to undo it. However, on sealing the windows so enthusiastically flung open by the Impressionists, they heaped such a wealth of prescriptive guidelines on it, so much blood-letting, that they very nearly suffocated it and left it emaciated, like a skeleton." 3.1 (10)

“Roman busts would be incapable of thought if time had not ravaged their noses” 3.71 (14)
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Marian Vieyra
Marian Vieyra
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sleep-crumpled houses
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Jane Martin (X)
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clustering of shamelessness
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Sebastian Wasserzug
We aspire to become that which we truly are, only to be overcome, the nearer we come to achieving it, by the sheer tedium of what we really are. 3.67 (21)

The only arms we could imagine enfolding ourselves in for a lifetime are those of the Venuses that have lost their arms. 3.38 (13)

A light too feeble to reach the ground strews pallid embroidery across the mouldings and edges of the houses, with their sleepless, washed-out look, and rousts out from under their bedsheets the naked clouds, which wrap up tightly in yellowish muslin and, finally, attire themselves in pale gowns. 3.19 (15)

In real life, there will never exist horses with the power to unleash kicks that so completely shatter the laws of perspective while retaining, at the same time, such a balanced sense of composition, as the kicks launched by the titanic stallions of Paolo Uccello. 3.36 (14)

I long for nothing from any quarter, throughout that instant of eternity that is everything--and for whose duration I desire nothing whatever. 2.33 (15)

Though in the process our every notion of Life and Death be stood on its head, the time has come to denounce the whole, colossal fraud that is "Las Meninas" who, being the flesh-and-blood "meninas," the ladies-in-waiting, that they really are, hung up a sign that read "Velázquez"--that no one might ever discover the genuine, secular miracle of his immortality. 3.03 (11)

The dissection of Monet's eyes would have revealed them to be the eyes of a fly: eyes doomed to being composed of innumerable tiny eyelets that discern with precision the subtlest shades of color but which, being autonomous, each perceives those shades independently of all the other eyelets, never achieving an integrated vision of the whole. 2.58 (12)

One great sprawling mass of hustling and whoring, and bootblacks used and misused, and slick-haired sentimentalists, and getting dealt black eyes, and striking out with dames, and feeling blue for no good reason... that's the Pampa: beyond the Indians, beyond the quena flutes and finger drums, there it is--lazily stretching its cramped limbs, singing out in the tango riffs the most ordinary Buenos Aires street tough can toss off in his sleep. 2.97 (11)

The Cubists protected painting--kept it safe from air currents and the sun's melting rays. Yet, somehow, on shutting tight the windows that the Impressionists in their zeal had so wildly flung open, they weighed painting down with such a heap of prescriptions, and attached to it such a thicket of electrodes, that they came dangerously near to suffocating it--and leaving it a mere skeleton, shorn of all flesh. 2.58 (12)

Those busts from ancient Rome would be incapable of thinking their deep, Classical thoughts had Time not seen fit to obliterate their noses. 2.21 (14)
Entry #15358 — Discuss 0
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sheer tedium
Good term selection
Jessica F. Rhodes
The only arms we could imagine enfolding ourselves in for a lifetime are those of the Venuses that have lost their arms
Flows well
keelin feeney
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strews pallid embroidery across the mouldings and edges of the houses, with their sleepless, washed-out look
Flows well
Sophie Cherel
great sprawling mass of hustling and whoring
Flows well
Yvonne Gallagher
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azily stretching its cramped limbs, singing out in the tango riffs the most ordinary Buenos Aires street tough can toss off in his sleep.
Flows well
lovely int​erpretatio​n, beautif​ully writt​en
Sophie Cherel
We strive to be our true selves, but just as we think we are getting there, we find we have had more than enough of who we really are. 3.66 (20)

The only embrace we would consent to spending our lives in is in the arms of those Venuses who have lost their arms. 3.21 (13)

A light too faint to reach the ground put chalk stripes on the corners of the houses, which looked as if they had slept badly, and pulled from under their sheets the bare clouds, which wrapped themselves in gauze tinged with yellows and greens and fastened a white tunic on top. 1.92 (12)

There will never be horses whose kicking so resoundingly exceeds the bounds of laws on perspective, while adhering to such a fine balance in composition, as the kicks aimed by Paolo Uccello's mighty Percherons. 3.13 (16)

There is absolutely nothing I desire while the eternal moment lasts, which is everything, when I want nothing. 3.21 (14)

Although it alters all our conceptions on Life and Death, the time has come to reveal the tremendous fraud of the "Meninas" who - being the "Meninas" in flesh and blood - hung up a sign saying Velazquez, so that no one would find out the real, secular miracle of their immortality. 2.8 (10)

A dissection of Monet's eyes would have proved that he had the eyes of a fly - eyes driven by myriad smaller eyes that could clearly distinguish the subtlest nuances of a colour, but being independent eyes, they saw these nuances separately, and did not manage to gain an integral view of the whole. 3.57 (14)

The height of sloth and sleaze, of shoeshine on shoeshine, of sentimentality slick with hair oil, black eyes from fighting, indirectness and groundless sadness -there lies the pampa...beyond the Indians...their flutes...their drums- stretching and singing to the chords of a tango that any cocky devil can improvise. 2.8 (10)

The Cubists saved painting from the draughts and sunlight that threatened to send it into meltdown but, by hermetically sealing the windows which the Impressionists had opened in a flood of enthusiasm, they dosed it with such a pile of prescriptions, such an enormous amount of leeches, that it was almost suffocated and left stripped of flesh like a skeleton. 3.33 (12)

Roman busts would be incapable of thought if time hadn't knocked off their noses. 2.92 (12)
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erowe
erowe
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we find we have had more than enough of who we really are.
Good term selection
Sophie Cherel
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1
tinged with
Good term selection
Marian Vieyra
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meltdown
Good term selection
Marian Vieyra
We aspire to be our authentic selves, but even as we think we are achieving this, the crushing sense of who we truly are creeps in. 3.4 (16)

The only arms in which we would resign ourselves to spend our life are the arms of the Venuses who have lost their arms. 3.08 (13)

A light too feeble to reach the floor outlines in chalk the mouldings and edges of the houses, which have the look of having poorly slept, and forces you out from between your sheets into the naked clouds, which wrap you in yellowish and greenish gauze and, lastly, fold you into a white robe. 2.4 (15)

Never will there be horses capable of a kick that shatters, so utterly, the laws of perspective, and possess, all the while, a more balanced notion of composition, than the kicks of the heroic Percherons of Paolo Uccello. 3.4 (20)

Naught frets for naught, while the all-encompassing instant of eternity lasts, when I want for nothing. 2.38 (16)

Though all of our conceptions of Life and Death be upended, the time has come to denounce the grand fraud of "Las Meninas", who - those very "Meninas" being of flesh and blood - hung a placard reading Velázquez, such that none shall discover the authentic and secular miracle of their immortality. 3 (10)

A dissection of Monet's eyes would have revealed that Monet possessed a fly's eyes; eyes forged from countless little eyes that sharply distinguish the most subtle hues of a color, but that, being individual eyes, perceive those hues independently, without achieving a synthesized vision of the whole. 3.7 (10)

The heap of sloth and brothels, of use and abuse of shoeshine, of hair-slicked sentimentality, of eye compote, of irrational pique and sadness - there is the pampa... there beyond the Indio... the quena... the tamboril- that stretches out its limbs and sings to the chords of a tango improvised by some lunfardo. 2.38 (8)

The cubists saved painting from the gusts of wind, from the rays of sun that threatened to melt it, but - hermetically sealing the windows that the impressionists had opened in their excessive eagerness - they flooded it with such a profusion of prescriptions, such a great many leechings, that little was needed to smother it and leave it stripped of its flesh, like a skeleton. 3.07 (14)

The Roman busts wouldn't be able to think if time had not destroyed their noses. 2.92 (12)
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Jason Raff
Jason Raff
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our authentic selves
Flows well
Marian Vieyra
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1
the crushing sense of who we truly are creeps in
Other
very nice ​imaging
Rebecca Bene
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that shatters, so utterly, the laws of perspective
Flows well
Sophie Cherel

Non-finalist entries

The following entries were not selected by peers to advance to finals-round voting.

"We aspire to be who we truly are, but to the extent that we believe we are doing this, we are invaded by the surfeit of who we really are." 2.71 (14)

"The only arms we would resign ourselves to spending our lives in are the arms of the Venuses who have lost their arms." 3.63 (16)

"A light that is too weak to reach the ground draws a silhouette in chalk around the moldings and edges of the houses, which look like they slept poorly, and forces the bare clouds to get out from under the covers, wrapped in yellowish-greenish mist, and, finally, cling to a white tunic." 3.57 (14)

"No horses will ever exist that can give a couple of kicks that more completely violate the laws of perspective and that hold, at the same time, a more balanced view of the composition, than the couple of kicks that Paolo Uccello's heroic Percherons give." 2.81 (16)

I long for nothing from nothing, while the moment of eternity continues that is everything when I don't want anything." 2.17 (12)

"Although our views on Life and Death may change, the moment has arrived to reveal the massive fraud of the "Meninas" which - being the actual "Meninas" of flesh and blood - hung a little sign that reads Velázquez, so that no one could discover the authentic and secular miracle of his immortality." 3.03 (9)

"A dissection of Monet's eyes would have shown that he had the eyes of a fly; eyes composed of countless tiny eyes that clearly distinguish the most subtle nuances of a color but, being independent of each other, perceive these nuances independently, without achieving a synthetic vision of an entire image." 3.33 (12)

"The accumulation of torpor and brothel, the use and abuse of shoeshine boys, of slicked up schmaltz, of a shiner, of annoyance and sadness without justification - there's the pampa ... beyond the Indian ... the flute --- the drum - that hopes and sings in the chords of the tango, rustling up any crook." 2.47 (8)

"The Cubists saved the painting of the breezes from the sunbeams that were threatening to melt it, but - upon hermetically sealing the windows that the Impressionists had opened in an excess of enthusiasm - they administered such a huge number of prescriptions, such a great number of suction cups that they almost suffocated it and left it nude, like a skeleton." 2.17 (12)

"Roman busts would not be able to think if time had not destroyed their noses." 3.42 (12)
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Patricia Redlin (X)
Patricia Redlin (X)
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torpor
Good term selection
atorrancia​ has more ​the meanin​g of idlen​ess and to​rpor than ​rowdy
Link: http://htt​p://lema.r​ae.es/drae​/?val=ator​rancia
Diana Mathieson
We aspire to be what we genuinely are, but, as we think we succeed, we are filled with the surfeit of what we in reality are. 2.92 (11)

The only arms in which we would be resigned to live life are the arms of the Venus's who have lost their arms. 2.72 (17)

A chalky light, too feeble to reach the ground, adorns the frames and edges of the houses, which apear to have have slept badly; and from between the sheets forces out bare clouds wrapped in pale yellow and green gauze ending up draped in a tunic of white. 3.1 (10)

No horses will ever exist capable of landing a couple of kicks that so emphatically violate the laws of perception, and which at the same time possess a balanced view of the composition, as the couple of kicks meted out by the heroic Percherons of Pablo Uccello. 2.9 (10)

Nothing I yearn for nothing, while the moment of eternity which is everything lasts, when I want nothing. 2.7 (13)

Although all our conceptions about Life and Death are altered, the moment has come to denounce the huge fraud of the "Meninas" who - being the very "Meninas" of flesh and blood - hung a little sign reading Velazquez, that none might discover the authentic and secular miracle of his inmortality. 2.8 (9)

Dissection of the eyes of Monet would have uncovered the fact that Monet possessed the eyes of a fly; eyes strained by countless little eyes that clearly distinguish the most subtle nuances of colour but which, being autonomous, would perceive these nuances independently without reaching a synthetic vision of the whole. 3.33 (12)

The increase in laziness and whoring, the use and abuse of boot-polish, of sticky sentimentality, of bruised eyes, of rebound and needless sadness - that is the Pampa ... beyond the Indian ... the flute, the tambourine - crooned and lamented about in the notes of the Tango, improvised by every blackguard. 2.25 (8)

The Cubists saved the painting from draughts, from the rays of the sun which threatened to melt it but - in hermetically sealing the windows which the impressionists had opened in an excess of exuberance - they administered such an accumulation of prescriptions, such large amounts of suction vents as to almost suffocate it and leave it devoid of flesh, like a skeleton. 3.08 (12)

Roman busts would be incapable of thought if the weather had not destroyed their noses. 2.8 (10)
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Romee Fisher (X)
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- "We aspire to be what we genuinely are, but as we attain to it, we are invaded by the glut of who we actually are." 2.5 (12)

"The only arms between which we would endure spending a lifetime are the arms of a Venus that has lost her arms." 2.45 (15)

- "A light too fragile to reach the ground trims the moldings and edges of houses with chalk, which have a look of having slept wrong, and forces the bare clouds out from under the sheets, which wrap themselves in yellowish and greenish gauzes and cling to, at last, a white tunic." 2.6 (11)

- "Never will there be horses capable of thrusting a pair of kicks that violate, more roundly, the laws of perspective and maintain, at the same time, a more balanced approach to composition, than the pair of kicks thrusted by the heroic Percherons of Paolo Uccello." 2.93 (14)

- "I long for nothing at all, while the eternal instant that is everything lasts, when I want nothing." 3.75 (12)

- "Even though all of our ideas about Life and Death may change, the time has come to condemn the huge trick of 'Las Meninas' that — being real 'Ladies in Waiting' of flesh and bone — a little sign was hung which reads Velazquez, so that nobody would discover the real and secular miracle of his immortality." 2.48 (9)

- "Dissecting the eyes of Monet would have shown that he possessed the eyes of a fly; eyes forced by countless little eyes that sharply distinguish the most subtle nuances of a color but that, being self-contained eyes, perceive those nuances independently, without achieving an overall vision of the whole." 3.42 (12)

- "The medley of idleness and of brothel, of use and abuse of bootblacks, of slicked-back-hair sentimentality, of black eye, of anger and of unreasonable sadness — there is the Pampa... beyond the Indian ... the quena ... the tabor — stretches its arms out and sings to the strains of tango that many a thief improvises. 2.29 (7)

- "The Cubists saved painting from streams of air, from sunbeams that threatened to melt her but — in sealing the windows, which the Impressionists had opened in an excess of enthusiasm — they provided her with such an abundance of prescriptions, such a large number of cupping glasses that they nearly suffocated her and left her stripped to the bone, like a skeleton." 3 (12)

- "Roman busts would be incapable of thinking if time's weathering had not shattered their noses." 3.2 (10)
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“The only arms in which we would allow ourselves to pass our lives are the arms of those Venus’s that have lost their arms” 2.83 (14)

“A light without strength to reach the ground highlights with chalk the moldings and edges of the houses, which look as if they have had a bad night’s sleep, and forces the clouds to come naked from their sheets, and wrap themselves in greenish and yellowish gauze and finally, they tie on a white tunic” 2.48 (11)

“Never will exist horses capable of kicking more emphatically the laws of perspective and at the same time, possessing the most balanced concept of composition than the couple of kicks thrown by Paolo Uccello’s heroic shire horses” 2.33 (12)

“Nothing l desire, while immersed in that moment of eternity which is everything, when I want nothing” 2.83 (12)

“Although this alters all our conceptions about life and death, the moment to denounce the ‘Meninas’ enormous superstition has come – it was the ‘Meninas’ themselves made of flesh and bone- who put up a small plaque that says: Velazquez, so that no one would discover the authentic and secular miracle of his immortality” 2.1 (10)

“Dissection of Monet’s eyes would have shown that he had fly eyes; eyes forced by myriads of little eyes that can clearly distinguish the most subtle shades of a colour but, being autonomous, they perceive those shades independently, without reaching a synthetic vision of the whole” 3 (12)

“The accumulation of debauchery and brothel, of use and abuse of shoeshines, of hair-gelled sentimentality, of black eye, of fury and sadness without a reason –there is the pampa…beyond the indio…the quena…the tamboril- that stretches and sings on the chords of the tango improvised by any lunfardo”
TN. Indio:indigenous person. Quena:Andean flute. Tamboril: small drum. Lunfardo: slang from Buenos Aires. 2.63 (8)

“Cubists saved painting from the currents of air, from the rays of the sun that threatened to melt it but –when they hermetically sealed the windows that the impressionists had opened in an excess of enthusiasm – they provided it with such a wealth of recipes, such a big quantity of suction pads that they almost suffocated it and left it fleshless as a skeleton” 2.83 (12)

“Roman busts would be incapable of thinking if time had not destroyed their noses” 3.92 (12)
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- "We apsire to be what we authentically are, but as we come to think we have acheived this, we are invaded by the fullness of what we truly are." 2.86 (14)

- "The only arms in which we could be resigned to spend our lives are those of the Venuses who have lost their arms." 3.06 (17)

- "A light without the strength to reach the ground sketches the outlines of the moldings and edges of the houses, which have a badly slept look, and obliges the clouds, draped with yellow and greenish gauze and wrapped in white tunics, to emerge naked from their sheets." 2.46 (10)

- "There will never be horses capable of throwing a couple of kicks which violate, more rotundly, the laws of perspective and which, at the same time, possess a more balanced concept of composition, than the pair of kicks thrown by Paolo Uccello´s heroic shires." 3.1 (10)

- "I fret not for anything, during the eternal instant which is everything, when I want nothing." 2.64 (14)

"While our concepts of Life and Death may change, the moment has arrived to denounce the enormous deception of the "Ladies in waiting" that — being the very "Ladies in waiting" of flesh and bone — hang a sign inscribed with Velezquez, so that no one may discover the authentic and secular miracle of his immortality." 1.9 (9)

- "The direction of the Monet´s eyes would have shown that Monet had the eyes of a fly; eyes constrained by innumerable smaller eyes which clearly distinguish the most subtle shades of a color but which, being independent, perceive these shades distinctly, without arriving to a synthetic vision of the whole." 2.58 (12)

- "The cluster of loutishness and brotheling, of the use and misuse of shoeshiners, of sticky sentimentality, of misty eyes, of reasonless rebound and sadness — there lies the pampa... beyond the indian... the cane flute... the little drum — which shakes off lethargy and sings to the tango cords improvised by a lunfardo." 2.5 (6)

- "The cubists saved painting from the air drafts and sun rays that threatened to melt it but — upon hermetically sealing the windows that the impressionists had opened in an excess of enthusiasm — they administered such a heap of prescriptions, such a large quantity of suction that little was left before painting was asphyxiated and left emaciated, like a skeleton." 2.79 (14)

- "Roman busts would be incapable of thought had time not destroyed their noses." 3.93 (14)
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- “We aspire to be what we authentically are but, as we believe we succeeded in being it, we become overwhelmed by the surfeit of what we truly are.” 2.39 (13)

- “The only arms between which we would resign ourselves to spending our lives are the arms of those Venuses who have lost their arms.” 3.21 (14)

- “Not strong enough to reach the floor, a light fringes with chalk the moldings and arrises of the houses, which have the air of having had a bad night's sleep, and it forces the clouds to come out naked from between their sheets, so they wrap themselves up in yellowish and greenish gauzes and girdle themselves, lastly, with a white tunic.” 2.82 (11)

- “Never again will there be horses quite so capable to give a couple of kicks that so categorically contravene the laws of perspective and, at the same time, possess a more balanced concept of composition, like the couple of kicks given by Paolo Uccello’s heroic Percherons.” 2.92 (12)

- “I yearn for nothing from no thing, during the instant of eternity that everything is, whenever I don’t want anything.” 2.08 (13)

- “Even if it may perturb all of our conceptions of Life and Death, the time has come to speak out against the enormous piece of chicanery by the "Meninas" who — the very Maids of Honor themselves being of flesh and blood — hung a little sign reading Velázquez, so no one would discover the real, centuries-old miracle of their immortality.” 3.13 (8)

- “A dissection of Monet’s eyes would have proved that Monet had fly eyes; eyes constrained by countless tiny eyes that can clearly tell apart the subtle shades of any color but which, because of being self-sufficient, perceive those shades independently, without achieving an overall synthetic view.” 2.67 (12)

- “The cumulus of vagrancy and brothel, use and misuse of bootblacks, smarmed-down mushiness, shiners, annoyance and sadness for no reason — over there are the Pampas... beyond the Indian… the Andean flute... the tabor— that stretches itself and sings in the tango chords extemporized by any outlaw from Buenos Aires.” 2.68 (9)

- "The Cubists saved painting from airstreams, from sun rays threatening to melt it but — by closing hermetically the windows that the Impressionists had overzealously opened — they burdened it with such a heap of prescriptions, such a large number of cupping glasses that they nearly suffocated it and left it as emaciated as a skeleton.” 2.83 (12)

- “If time had not shattered their noses, Roman busts would be unable to think”. 2.9 (10)
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We aspire to be what we truly are, but as achievement seems near, we become increasingly fed up with who we really are. 3.55 (13)

The only arms into which we would resign ourselves to be embraced for life are those of the Venuses who have lost theirs. 2.94 (13)

A light with no strength to reach the ground trims with its chalk the moldings and the edges of houses, that look as if they've had a bad night’s sleep, and from under their sheets it forces the popping out of the naked clouds, those now wrapping yellowish and greenish muslins around them, and covering themselves up, at last, with a white robe. 2.29 (15)

There will never be horses as capable of giving a couple of kicks that more bluntly violate the laws of perspective, and that at the same time posses a more balanced concept of composition, than those couple of kicks that Paolo Uccello’s heroic Percherons always give. 2.33 (15)

Nothing at all I long, while eternity lasts in an instant that is all, when I want nothing. 2.42 (12)

Even if all our conceptions of Life and Death were to be altered, it is now time to condemn the massive fraud of the “Meninas”, who —being themselves the actual flesh-and-blood "Meninas"— added a little note with the name Velázquez, so that no one could reveal the authentic and secular miracle of his immortality. 2.25 (9)

Dissecting Monet’s eyes would have proved he possessed flies eyes; eyes compelled by countless little eyes that sharply distinguish the most subtle shades of a color, but that - being autonomous eyes - perceive those shades independently, without ever coming to a synthetic view of the whole. 3.08 (12)

The stockpile of rowdiness and of brothels, of shoe shiners use and abuse, of drippy sentimentality, of a black eye, then rage, and of grief for no reason – here is the Pampas... beyond the Indian... the quena... the drum – that then feebly shakes itself up and sings in tango chords any improvised, given slang. 2.2 (10)

Cubists saved painting from the currents of air, from the rays of sunlight that threatened melting it, but – after tightly closing the windows that the Impressionists had opened in an excess of enthusiasm - they delivered such a heap of recipes to it, such a huge amount of suckers, that they came pretty close to suffocating it and leaving it stark-naked, like a skeleton. 2.57 (14)

Roman busts would be incapable of thought had time not destroyed their noses. 3.93 (14)
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We long to be what we genuinely are, but as we believe to succeed, we are invaded by the weariness of what we really are. 2.25 (12)

Only within the arms of the Venuses which have lost their arms would we resign to spend our lives. 2.43 (14)

A light so frail which will not graze the floor, chalks the edgings of frames and ridges of homes which appear to have had a dreadful night, and forces the naked clouds out of their sheets, to be wrapped in yellowish and greenish muslin, and finally cling into a white tunic. 2.62 (11)

There shall never be horses that can kick the laws of perspective so violently, so emphatically, while at the same time possess a more balanced concept of composition, than the couple of kicks thrown by the heroic Percherons of Paolo Uccello. 2.7 (10)

I yearn for nothing, for the duration of the eternal instant that is all, when I want nothing. 2.93 (14)

Even if our perception of Live and Death is altered, it is now time to reveal the colossal superstition around the “Meninas” who, as real “Meninas”of flesh and blood, hung a small sign reading Velazquez, so that no one would unveil the authentic and secular miracle of their immortality. 2.63 (8)

The dissection of Monet’s eyes would have shown that he had the eyes of a fly; eyes forced by countless little eyes which can sharply tell the most subtle nuances of a color, yet, as independent eyes, perceive such nuances independently, never reaching a concise overview. 3.17 (12)

The accumulation of brazenness and brothel, of use and abuse of bootblack, of smarmed down sentimentality, of black eye, of rebound and unreasonable sorrow —there lies the pampa… and beyond, the Indian… the Indian flute… the small drum— which shakes off and sings in the chords of a tango improvising any lunfardo. 2.38 (8)

Cubists saved Painting from the air streams, the sunbeams that threatened to melt it yet, while tightly closing the windows opened by impressionists in an excess of zeal, they delivered so many recipes, so many cupping glasses, that they came short of asphyxiating it and leaving it bare, like a skeleton. 2.75 (12)

Had time not destroyed their noses, Roman busts would be incapable of any thought. 3.5 (12)
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Susie Rawson
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We aspire to become what we truly are underneath and, yet, as we draw nearer to this aspiration, we feel overwhelmed by the sheer weariness of what we really are. 3.07 (15)

The only arms in which we would accommodate ourselves to spending the rest of our lives are those of an armless Venus. 2.54 (15)

A faint light almost unable to reach the ground tinges in white the mouldings and edges of the houses, which look as if they had had a restless night, a light that orders out of their bed-sheets the naked clouds wrapped in yellowish greenish chiffons and a white clinging tunic. 2.1 (10)

Never will there be horse kicks which, though preserving such a well-balanced concept of composition, should so brutally break the laws of perspective as the kicks given by Paollo Ucello's percheron horses. 2.58 (12)

Nothing do I yearn after out of nothing, while the one instant of eternity lasts, which is everything, when I wish nothing. 2.08 (15)

Even if all our views of Life and Death did change, the time is come to challenge the enormous fraud of the "Meninas", who, flesh and bone as they are, hung up a little notice bearing the name Velázquez on it, in order that that the authentic and age-old miracle of their immortality would be left unveiled. 2.38 (8)

Had Monet's eyes been dissected, they would have been proven to be those of a fly; strained eyes made up of countless tiny little eyes which, though capable of discerning the subtlest shades of a single hue, yet do so independently from one another, thus impeding the undivided visualization of the whole. 2.7 (10)

The heap of shamelessness and brothel, of use and abuse of shoeshine youths, of brilliantined sentimentality, of black-eyed affliction, of unwarranted rage and sadness - there you find the pampa... far beyond the indian... the flute... the drum. It all comes to life and sings to the melody of a tango any ruffian mayhap improvises. 3.13 (8)

The Cubists saved painting from air currents, from sun rays threatening to melt it, but by shutting the windows that the impressionists had enthusiastically left wide open, they brought so many recipes, so many windshields that they almost left her choking and fleshless, like a skeleton. 2.42 (12)

Roman busts would be incapable of thinking if time had not broken their noses. 3.4 (10)
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"We aspire to be what we authentically are, but to the extent that we believe that we have achieved that goal, we are overwhelmed by being fed up with what we truly are." 2.77 (13)

"The only arms we could resign ourselves to pass through life within are the arms of those armless Venuses." 2.27 (15)

"A light too wan to reach the floor ribbons with chalk markings the protrusions and edges of houses presenting the appearance of having slept poorly and forces from amid their sheets the departure of naked clouds that are enwrapped in yellowed and greenish gauzes and that gird themselves lastly in a white robe." 2.3 (10)

"There will never exist horses capable of kicking up a pair of hooves that more fully violate the laws of perspective and possess at the same time a more balanced idea of composition than the pair of hooves kicked up by the heroic Percherons of Paolo Uccello." 2.8 (10)

"Nothing yearns for nothing at all while the eternal moment that is everything lasts, that moment when I desire nothing." 2.2 (10)

"Although all of our ideas regarding Life and Death would be altered, the moment has arrived to reject the massive deception of the "Maids of Honor" who -- being themselves "Maids of Honor" of flesh and bone -- hung a nameplate where one reads "Velazquez" so that no one should discover the genuine and age-old miracle of their immortality." 2.4 (10)

"A dissection of Monet's eyes would have proven that Monet possessed the eyes of a fly, eyes reinforced by innumerable tiny eyelets that precisely distinguished the subtle shades of a color but, being autonomous eyes, perceived those shades independently without achieving a visual synthesis of the whole." 3.25 (12)

"The heaping of indolence and licentiousness, of the use and abuse of the servile, of slick sentimentality, of the saccharine eye, of rejection, and of sorrow without reason -- beyond are the plains ... there far beyond the Indians ... the reed flutes ... the tabor -- that stretch themselves out and sing in the harmonies of a tango that improvises upon any street argot." 2.48 (9)

"The Cubists saved painting from the drafts and sunlight that threatened its dissolution but - by hermetically sealing the windows that the Impressionists in an excess of enthusiasm had thrown open -- supplied it with it such a stack of prescriptions, such a massive amount of blood letting, as to almost suffocate it and leave it as fleshless as a skeleton." 3.33 (12)

"Roman busts would have no talent for contemplation if time had not destroyed their noses." 2.4 (11)
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-"We aspire to be what we truly are, but as we believe we can achieve it, the annoyance of what we really are invades us."  2.75 (8 ratings) | Accuracy: 2.63 (8 ratings)">2.69 (16)

-"The only arms between which we would resign ourselves to spending our lives, are the arms of the Venus who have lost their arms." 2.88 (15)

-"A light without force to reach the ground, edges with chalk the mouldings and the arrises of houses which seem to have slept bad, and makes you get out from between the sheets to the undressed clouds which are wrapped in yellow and greenish gauzes, and finally put on a white tunic." 2 (12)

-"There will never exist horses able to throw a couple of kicks that more flatly break the laws of perspective and, at the same time, hold a more balanced concept of the composition, than the couple of kicks thrown by the Paolo Uccello's heroic Percheron horses." 2.83 (12)

-"I do not yearn for anything, while the instant of everlasting that is all lasts, when I do not want anything." 2.32 (13)

-"Although all our conceptions of life and death can become altered, it is time to proclaiming the enormous fraud of the "Meninas" which, being themselves "Meninas" in flesh & bone, hung a little sign that reads Velázquez, in order that nobody could discover the authentic and secular miracle of their immortality." 2.25 (8)

-"Dissection of Monet's eyes would prove that Monet had eyes of a fly; eyes made up of countless little eyes which can sharply distinguish the most soft nuances of a colour but that, as they are self-reliant eyes, independently perceive those nuances without achieving a synthetic overview." 2.67 (12)

-"The cumulus of laziness and brothel, of use and abuse of bootblack, of slicked mawkishness, of black eye, of rebuff and sadness without a reason —there is the Pampa... beyond the Indian... the quena flute... the tabret— that stretch itself and sings the strains of a Tango which any rapscallion improvises." 2.88 (8)

"The Cubists saved painting from draughts, from the sun rays that threatened to melt it, but by sealing the windows which the Impressionists had opened in an excess of enthusiasm, provided it with such a cumulus of recipes, with such a large number of suction cups, that they were very close to suffocate it and left it naked, like a skeleton. " 3 (12)

-"The Roman busts would be unable to think if time had not broken their noses." 2.6 (10)
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- «We aspire to be what we authentically are, but as we come to think that we have succeeded, we are overwhelmed by the satiety of what we really are.» 3.25 (12)

- «The only arms between which we would resign ourselves to spending life are the arms of the Venuses that have lost their arms.» 2.88 (15)

- «A light without strength to reach the floor outlines with chalk the molding and the edges of the houses, which look as having slept badly, and it forces the naked clouds out from the sheets, which wrapped themselves in yellowish and greenish gauze and, finally, they fasten in a white tunic.» 2.13 (12)

- «There will never exist horses capable of kicking with both legs which, more effectively, violate the rules of perspective, and which possess, at the same time, a more balanced concept of composition, than Paolo Ucello's heroic Percherons kicking with both legs.» 2.08 (12)

- «Nothing do I long for anything, while it lasts this instant of eternity which is everything, when I want nothing.» 2.15 (13)

- «Although all our concepts of Life and Death may be altered, there has come the time to denounce the huge trick of the "Meninas" who -being the "Meninas" themselves of flesh and bone- have hung a little sign that reads Velázquez, so that no one would be able to discover the authentic and secular miracle of their immortality.» 3 (8)

- «The dissection of Monet's eyes would have proved that Monet had the eyes of a fly; eyes strained by innumberable little eyes that neatly distinguish the more subtle nuances of a color, but that, being autonomous eyes, they perceive those nuances independently, without reaching a synthetic view as a whole.» 3.07 (14)

The heap of roguism and of cathouse, of the use and abuse of shoe shiners, of smarmed down mawkishness, of black eye, of nagging and unreasonable sadness -there they are the Pampas... further beyond the indians... the reed flute... the small drum- that stretch themselves and sing in the chords of tango that improvises any lunfardo.» 2.25 (8)

Cubists saved painting from air currents, from rays of sunshine that threatened with melting it, but -on hermetically shutting the windows that impressionists had opened in an excess of enthusiasm- they supplied such a heap of prescriptions, such a big amount of cupping glasses that they were close to smother it and left it excarnated, like a skeleton.» 2.5 (12)

«Roman busts would be unable to think if time hadn't smashed their nose.» 2.8 (10)
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We aspire to be what we truly are, but just as we seem to come close, we are overcome by nausea at what we really are. 2.56 (16)

The only arms in which one bear to spend one’s life are the arms of the armless Venus. 2.21 (15)

The chalk-coloured light, too weak to reach the ground, scratches along the edges and corners of yawning houses, and forces the clouds out, naked, from beneath their sheets to wrap themselves up in dirty greens and yellows, before, finally, stepping into their white robes. 2.97 (11)

Never will there be horses such as the heroic stallions of Paolo Uccello, who, with but a couple of kicks, break all the laws of perspective while achieving the utmost balance of composition 3.36 (14)

I fear nothing, so long as the moment of eternity, in which I want nothing and which is everything, lasts. 1.76 (13)

Even though it may change our conceptions of Life and Death, the time has come to expose the enormous fraud known as the ‘Meninas’, who – themselves of flesh and bone – have hung up a little notice which reads ´Velazquez´ to stop anyone finding out the real, secular miracle of their own immortality. 2.75 (8)

If one were to dissect Monet’s eyes, one would surely find out that they are the eyes of a fly; eyes made up of innumerable eyes, each distinguishing in detail the most subtle nuances of colour, and each, self-sufficient and separate from the others, perceiving these nuances on its own, without ever reaching a vision of the whole. 2.86 (16)

The chords of any tango sing the hope of the lunfardo, made up of the brothel, the prison, and the suffering of the shoe-shiner with his greased-up sensibility, his hangover and bloodshot eyes, his unfathomable sadness – and, beyond the man, whoever he is, there is, always - the prairie... the fire... and the tambourine. 2 (8)

The cubists may have rescued Painting from destruction by draughts and by the sun’s rays when they clamped shut the Windows that the impressionists, in a fit of over-enthusiasm, had thrown open; but they administered so much medicine, so many rules, that Painting almost choked and was left fleshless as a skeleton. 3 (14)

Roman busts would be incapable of thinking if time had left their noses whole. 2.6 (10)
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“We aim at becoming what we truly are, but, as we do so, we get fed up by our real selves.” 3.06 (15)

“The only arms we would resign ourselves to spend our lives surrounded by are the arms of Venus who has lost her arms”. 2.1 (14)

“A light, powerless and unable to reach the ground, chalk-borders moldings and edges of houses, which look like having slept poorly, and forces bare-naked clouds out of their sheets, the clouds that get wrapped in yellowish and greenish gauze, and finally gird a white robe”. 2.2 (10)

“Never will exist horses able to pull a couple of kicks violent enough to break perspective laws and, at the same time, hold a more balanced concept of composition than a pair of kicks pulled by heroic Percherons of Paolo Uccello”. 1.93 (14)

“I crave nothing, while continues the instant of eternity, which is all when I want nothing”. 2.21 (15)

“Even if we alter our conceptions of Life and Death, it’s time we reported the massive fraud of the “Meninas”, which – being “Meninas” themselves of flesh and blood – hung a label with the name of Velasquez on it, so that no one discovered the authentic and secular miracle of his immortality”. 2.92 (11)

“Dissection of Monet’s eyes would have shown that Monet had fly eyes; the eyes consisting of countless eyes that clearly distinguish the subtlest nuances of a color, but, being separate eyes, perceive these nuances independently, without reaching a synthetic vision of the ensemble”. 2.83 (12)

“A cluster of vagrancy and brothel, use and abuse of shiner, of slicked sentimentality, black eye, sadness and rebound without reason – there’s the pampa… beyond the Indian… the flute… tambourine – that lazily sings Tango chords improvising any slang”. 2.58 (9)

“The Cubists saved art of painting from airflows and sunbeams that threatened with melting it – hermetically closing windows, opened by the Impressionists in an excess of enthusiasm – and provided it with such a pool of recipes, such a large number of suckers that nearly suffocated it and left it fleshless, like a skeleton”. 2.42 (12)

“Roman busts would be unable to think if time hadn’t destroyed their noses”. 3.75 (12)
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“We aspire to be what we’re meant to be; but just when we think we’re there, we become fed-up with what we really are.” 2.93 (14)

“The only arms we would deign to resign our lives to, are the arms of the armless Venuses.” 2.44 (13)

“A light, without the luster to touch the floor hazily fringes the contours and edges of houses that appear to have badly slept, and impels from its sheets denuded clouds that wrap themselves in greenish and yellowed gases, finally self-girdling in a white robe.” 2.6 (10)

“No horse will ever exist capable of throwing kicks so roundly able to distort the laws of perspective and at once possess the notion of a well-balanced work such as those thrown by Paolo Uccello’s valiant Percherons.” 2.5 (8)

“I yearn nothing from nothing during the eternal instant that is everything, when I want nothing.” 2.5 (12)

“Even should all of our perceptions about life and death change, the time has come to expose the enormous duplicity of the ‘Meninas’ who —the ‘Meninas’ themselves being flesh and blood— hung a little sign reading Velázquez so that no one would discover the real and secular miracle of their immortality.” 2 (8)

“Dissecting Monet’s eyes would have shown that Monet had the eyes of a fly; eyes made up of countless eyes that clearly distinguish the most subtle nuances of a color, but being independent, perceive those nuances independently, without reaching a synthetically whole vision.” 3.25 (12)

“The accumulation of dereliction and whoring, the use and abuse of bootblacks, of slimy sentimentality, of fingering the sugar bowl, of irrational anger and sorrow —there’s the beggarly… beyond the Indian… the reed… the drum— grows into slothfulness and is tuned into the chords of a tango improvised by any lunfardo.” 2 (8)

“The Cubists saved the painting from air currents, from the sun’s rays threatening to dissolve it, but —in tightly sealing the windows that had been left open by overly enthusiastic impressionists— they contributed such a measure of prescripts, such a large amount of twaddle that it was almost asphyxiated and stripped like a skeleton.” 2.58 (12)

“Roman busts would be incapable of thought if the seasons hadn’t destroyed their noses.” 3.2 (10)
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- We aspire to be what we truly are, but when we think we are making it, the feeling of satiety of what we really are invades us. 2.71 (14)

- The only arms in which we would resign ourselves to spend our life are thr arms of the Venuses who have lost them. 2.57 (14)

- A light, powerless to reach the groung, trims with chalk the mouldings and edges of the houses that seem to have slept badly, and forces the naked clouds to come out from in between their sheets to wrap themselves up in yellowish and greenish gouzes, wearing lastly a white robe. 2.57 (14)

- There will never exist horses able to let go a couple of kicks that violate more firmly the laws of perspective, and possess at the same time a more balanced approach to the composition, than the couple of kicks from the heroic Paolo Ucceello’s percherons. 2.4 (10)

- Nothing do I yearn from nothing whilst lingers the instant of eternity, that is everything, when I want nothing. 2.23 (13)

- Although all our conceptions about Life and Death might be altered, time has come to denounce the huge hoax of the “Meninas” that –being made the very “Meninas” of flesh and blood- they hanged a little sign reading Velazquez so that no one would discover the true and secular miracle of his immortality. 2.33 (9)

- The dissection of Monet’s eyes would have demonstrated that Monet had fly’s eyes, eyes forced by countless tiny eyes that sharply distinguish the most subtle nuances of a colour, but being autonomous eyes, they perceive those nuances independently, without reaching a synthetic vision of the whole. 3.58 (12)

- The pile up of “derelictism” and brothel, the use and abuse of bootblacks, of false sentimentality, of “black eye”, of anger and sadness without a reason –that’s where La Pampa is… beyond the Indian… the quena,,, the tamboril– the Pampa that re-awakens and sings the tango chords any “lunfardo” improvises. 1.93 (9)

- Cubists saved Painting from air currents, from the sun rays that menaced melting it –but on closing the windows hermetically that impressionists had opened in a fit of over enthusiasm – they supplied it with such an amount of recipes, such a large quantity of suction cups, that they were about to choke her and left her resting like a skeleton. 2.6 (10)

Roman busts would be incapable of thinking if time wouldn’t have destroyed their noses. 2.7 (10)
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"We aspire to being what we truly are but, just as we think we are succeeding, we are invaded by a sense of boredom at what we really are." 3.54 (15)

"The only arms we would resign ourselves to lying in for life are the arms of those figures of Venus who no longer have them." 2.28 (15)

"A light that is not strong enough to reach the ground draws a chalk border around the mouldings and edges of the houses, who look like they have slept badly, and obliges the naked clouds to come out from between the sheets, wrapping themselves in yellow and green gauzes and finally covering themselves in a tight white tunic." 2.8 (10)

"There will never be horses able to more abruptly kick the laws of perspective out of shape and, at the same time, possess a more balanced concept of composition than than the kicks given by Paolo Uccello's heroic Percherons." font-size: xx-small; color: gray;" title="Quality: 1.8 (5 ratings) | Accuracy: 2.4 (5 ratings)">2.1 (10)

"I need nothing from anything for the instant of eternity that is everything when I want nothing." 2.01 (13)

"Even if means altering all of our ideas on Life and Death, the time has come when we must speak out against the outrage of the "Meninas" (the real true-life Meninas), who hung a sign saying Velazquez so that nobody would discover the true and ancient miracle of their immortality." 2.33 (9)

"If Monet's eyes had been disected, we would have discovered that Monet had a fly's eyes: eyes forced by uncountable small eyes to distinguish the most subtle shades of colour but that (being independent eyes) perceive these shades independently without achieving a synthetic view of the whole." 2.92 (12)

"The height of laziness and slovenliness, of using and abusing servants, of polished sentimentality, of ruin, rebound and meaningless misery - there you'll find ruin... beyond the Indian... the flute... the rattle - stretching and singing a tango improvised using any old slang." 2.28 (9)

"Cubists saved paintings from draughts and rays of sun that threatened to overcome it but - by completely sealing the windows that the Impressionists had opened wide in a burst of enthusiasm - they overloaded it with so many rules and such a large number of escapes, that they nearly smothered it and took all the substance away from it - leaving it like a skeleton." 3.4 (10)

"It would be almost impossible to think of Roman busts if time hadn't destroyed their noses." 1.64 (13)
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“We aspire to be as we authentically are, but while believing that we are getting there, we are forcefully invaded by the recognition of what we really are.” 2.43 (14)

“The only arms in which we would resign ourselves to spend our life, are the arms of the Venuses who have lost their arms.” 3.54 (17)

„A light without the energy to reach the ground, diffusely draws the shapes and outlines of the houses, that give the impression of having slept badly, and forces the unclad clouds to step out from their bed sheets to wrap themselves in yellow-greenish hazes and to gird themselves finally with a white tunic.” 2.7 (10)

“Never will there be horses capable to kick out as mightily and to estrange therewith the laws of perspective in such a way and, at the same time, to illustrate such a convincing concept of equilibrium and of composition as the ones that Pablo Ucccello’s heroic Percherons perform.” 2.4 (10)

„Absolutely nothing do I desire, while the instant of infinitude,- that is all,- lasts – whilst I do not require anything.” 2.15 (13)

“Even if all our concepts of life and death would be changed, the moment has arrived to denounce the enormous astuteness of the “Meninas” that – the real “Meninas” being of flesh and bones themselves have hung up a tack where it reads Velázquez, so that nobody might discover the authentic and secular prodigy of their immortality.” 2.13 (8)

“The dissection of Monet’s eyes would have shown, that Monet had the eyes of a fly; eyes pierced by countless little eyes, that distinguish with extreme sharpness the most subtle shades of a colour; - but being autonomous eyes they do receive these shades independently, thus never achieving a synthetic sight for the entirety.” 2.5 (13)

„The amount of argot and brothel language, being used and misused by shoeshine boys, wrapped in rubberlike sentimentalism, black eyed and of an absurd lugubriousness on top – there you have the Pampa… far beyond the Indian…the quena… the tambourine – lazily struggling and singing the chords of the tango improvised by some dawdler.” 1.83 (6)

“The cubists saved the art of painting from the drafts of air, from the rays of the sun, which were threatening to dissolve it, but when closing the windows hermetically – which prior had been opened by the impressionists in an abundance of exaltation – the art of painting was exposed to such an amount of prescriptions and ventilation, that little lacked to asphyxiate it and leave it emaciated like a skeleton.” 2.7 (10)

„Roman busts would be incapable to think if time had not destroyed their noses.” 2.8 (10)
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“It’s our longing to become our true selves, but as we believe achieving it we get overwhelmed by the surfeit of what we really are.” all; color: gray;" title="Quality: 2.75 (8 ratings) | Accuracy: 2.71 (7 ratings)">2.73 (15)

“The only arms in which we would resign to spent the rest of our lives are the arms of the Venus who have lost their arms” 2.65 (14)

“a light without sufficient strength to reach to the ground edges with chalk the houses’ mouldings and corners, who don’t look as if they’re well rested, and forces the naked clouds to abandon their sheet, who shroud themselves in yellowish and greenish muslin and who finally hug a white robe” 2.2 (11)

“There will never be horses capable to throw a couple of kicks which forced, even more emphatically, the laws of perspective and who possess, at the same time, a more balanced concept of composition, than the couple of kicks which throw the heroic Clydesdale horses of Paolo Uccello” 1.75 (12)

“I long for nothing at all, while it lasts the instant of eternity which is everything, when I want nothing at all.” 2.36 (15)

“Even if all our notions about Life and Death are altered, the moment has come of whistleblowing the huge fraud which “Las Meninas” are, which -being the very Meninas in flesh and bones- they hung a little sign where it says Velazquez, so nobody could find out the true and ancient miracle of their immortality”. 2 (8)

“The dissection of Monet’s eyes would have proved that Monet had the eyes of a fly; eyes forced by countless little eyes which detect neatly the most subtle nuances of a colour but, them being autonomous, perceive these colours independently, without achieving a synthetic vision as a whole” 2.8 (10)

“The cumulation of ruffian and brothel ways, of use and misuse of shoe-shinner, of sticky sentimentally, of black eye, of getting crossed or sad for no reason – that is the Pampa… beyond the Indian... his flute… his drum- which stretches and sings itself in the accords of any Buenos Aires hoodlum improvised tango.” 2.38 (8)

“the Cubists saved the painting of the air currents, from the sun rays who threatened it to melt it but – by tightly shutting the windows which the Impressionists had opened in a spur of enthusiasm- they administered it such a cumulation of recipes, such a huge amount of suction pads that little was left for it to be smothered and be left fleshless, like an skeleton” 2.67 (12)

“the Roman busts would be incapable to think if time hadn’t broken their nose” 2.21 (15)
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- «We all hanker to be what we truly are, but as we believe achieving it, get us boredom of what we really are». 1.54 (15)

- «The only arms between which we would resign ourselves to live for life are those of Venuses who have lost arms». 2.46 (14)

- «A powerless to reach ground light chalks out moldings and edges of houses with a bad dreaming visage, and forces naked clouds out from below its bed sheets, which wrapped in yellowish and greenish voiles and fit tightly, lastly, a white robe». 1.9 (10)

- «Never will be horses capable to throw a couple kicks that transgress, more flatly, perspective laws and to have, at one time, a more poised concept of composition, as pair kicks thrown by heroic Paolo Uccello’s shire horses». 1.79 (13)

- «I crave for nothing at all, while lasts the eternity moment that is all, when I do not want anything». 2.2 (12)

- «Even if all of our beliefs about Life and Death change, it is the time to point the finger at the big cheating of the “Meninas” which —being themselves “The Maids of Honor” of flesh and blood— hung a little note where one reads Velazquez, so as to no one to know the real and secular miracle of their immortality». 2.13 (8)

- «Dissecting Monet’s eyes would have shown that Monet was having fly eyes; eyes forced by countless little eyes which distinguish subtler nuances of a color but, being autonomous eyes, perceive those nuances independently, not achieving a synthesizing overall view». 2.75 (12)

- «The cumulus of loitering and whoredom, of shoeblack use and abuse, of hoity-toity sob stuff, of red eye, of rebound and sadness without reason —there is the Pampa... beyond the aborigine… quena… tabor— which stretches out and sings in tango chords vamped by any pilferer». 2.33 (9)

- «Cubists saved painting from air streams, and sunrays threatening to melt it, but —by tightly closing windows, opened in excess enthusiasm by impressionists— supplied it such a cumulus of recipes, such a great amount of suction cups that little was yet to smother it and leave it stripped to the bone, like a skeleton». 2.2 (10)

- «The roman busts would be unable to think if time would have not wrecked them nose». 1.8 (15)
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