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A peasant becomes fond of his pig and is glad to salt away its pork.

John Berger

Nothing fortuitous happens in a child’s world. There are no accidents. Everything is connected with everything else and everything can be explained by everything else. . . . For a young child everything that happens is a necessity.
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Child Children Fortuitouus Happen Nothing World Young
Every painted image of something is also about the absence of the real thing. All painting is about the presence of absence.
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Absence Painting Presence Real Something Thing
To live and die amongst foreigners may seem less absurd than to live persecuted or tortured by one’s fellow countrymen….
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Amouingest Countrymen Die Fellow Foreigner Less Live May Moving Persecuted Seem Torture World
Whenever he looked he saw the labour of existence; and this labour, recognised as such, was what constituted reality for him. (On Vincent Van Gogh)
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Constitute Country Existence Labour Look People Recognised Saw Sky Vicent
Protest and anger practically always derives from hope, and the shouting out against injustice is always in the hope of those injustices being somewhat corrected and a little more justice established.
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Adjustment Against Derive Hope Injustice Justice Little Protest Shouting
The relation between what we see and what we know is never settled. Each evening we see the sun set.
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Between Know Relation Settle
For those who are behind the curtain, landmarks are no longer only geographic but also biographical and personal
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Behind Biographical Curtain Geographical Landmark Longer Personal
At times failure is very necessary for the artist. It reminds him that failure is not the ultimate disaster. And this reminder liberates him from the mean fussing of perfectionism.
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Artist Disaster Failure Mean Necessary Perfection Time Ultimate
The stars threaded on that line were like events threaded on a narrative. Imagining the constellations did not of course change the stars, nor did it change the black emptiness that surrounds them. What it changed was the way people read the night sky.
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Change Constellation Event Imagining Night People Sky Surround Threaded
It dreams, like a dog in its basket, of hares in the open.
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Basket Dog Dream Haire Like Open
Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and, in this, hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.
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Age Believe City Every Nothing Sex Teenager
Pleasure and pain need to be considered together; they are inseparable. Yet the space filled by each is perhaps different. Pleasure, defined as a sense of gratification, is essential for nature
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Consider Essential Inseparable Nature Need Pain Pleasure Sense Space Together
Art, when it functions like this, becomes a meeting-place of the invisible, the irreducible, the enduring, guts, and honor.
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Art Become Enduring Function Gut Honor Invisible Meeting Place
The impulse to paint comes neither from observation nor from the soul (which is probably blind) but from an encounter: the encounter between painter and model: even if the model is a mountain or a shelf of empty medicine bottles.
JOHN BERGER

Blind Bottle Come Encounter Impulse Medicine Mountain Observation Soul
A photograph is a result of the photographer’s decision that it is worth recording that this particular event or this particular object has been seen. If everything that existed were continually being photographed, every photograph would become meaningless.
JOHN BERGER

Everything Meamimgless Object Particular Photograph Recording Result
Tracing an imaginary line between a cluster of stars gave them an image and an identity.
JOHN BERGER

Between Cluster Gave Identity Image Imaginary Star Trace

A peasant becomes fond of his pig and is glad to salt away its pork.

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