Height, width, and depth are the three phenomena which I must transfer into one plane to form the abstract surface of the picture, and thus to protect myself from the infinity of space.
quote by Max Beckmann
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I Want To Live On An Abstract Plain
Ive had it with this town
I never saw those shifting skies
I never saw the ground
Or the sunset rise
I want to live on an abstract plane
Im building a frame
A place to put my ten-yard stare
Thinking of that paint
Painted in plein-air
I want to live on an abstract plane
I need a new adress
I want some new terrain
Is it north or south?
I want to live on an abstract plain
I could sit on the roof
On top of that abstract house
See my abstract view
An abstract mouse
I want to live on an abstract plane
I need a new adress
Tell me Im not insane
Is it up or down?
I want to live on an abstract plane
song performed by by Frank Black
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According to String Theory, what appears to be empty space is actually a tumultuous ocean of strings vibrating at the precise frequencies that create the 4 dimensions you and I call height, width, depth and time.
quote by Roy H. Williams
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Infinity
Standin' on a trap door, there's a hole in the ground.
Underneath the door there's a hole and it goes to infinity.
Standin' on a dark street, there's a light in the sky.
Followin' the light through the night as it goes to infinity.
How can I avoid infinity? How have I annoyed infinity?
I'm movin' slow in infinity. I even glow in infinity.
Chorus:
It's hard being' small, (hard bein' small)
Shrinkin' into space, (shrinkin' into space)
The world is just a ball, (world is just a ball)
It was my fav'rite place (it was my fav'rite place)
Lookin' for the blue skies, watchin' for the sunrise.
One thing you can bet, you won't see it set in infinity.
Gonna take a light beam, on the wings of the Jet Stream.
Gonna take my place in the infinite space of infinity.
How can I be friends with infinity? Can I make ammends with infinity?
How can I complain to infinity? What'll I explain to infinity?
(Chorus)
Give me just a time shield before the world has it's fate sealed.
Protect me for a while before they turn my dial to infinity.
I hope I can contribute, oh, but I don't want a tribute.
Hypocrites will come and say somethin' really dumb in infinity.
I can't hear you sing in infinity. I can't change a thing in infinity.
The absence of light in infinity gives me a fright in infinity.
(Chorus)
song performed by by Don McLean
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Who Am I? , -You! ! !
Hey you, -reflector!
In my form, in my sense.
In ebb and tide of divine sea.
Amidst mine two beings,
You sleep and rise,
My Surface –I, seeks wine,
And for its absence whines,
My surface I a gay guy,
Proves braggart soldier,
For nothing loves,
And for nothing cries,
My inner I, is born wise,
And with purest imagination,
In the secluded hours
Of strong discrimination,
Feels and realizes, mine self ,
You, -yes you in me are,
The Image, of truth and beauty,
With my abstract, the Abstract,
That times timeless dreamy races.
Dream I had been,
In dream I am,
And dream will be,
Yet my I, - your depute,
Save you is no where!
And I disclaim all my good,
And I disclaim all my evils,
For in between your illusion,
And self revelation, sustains,
Your comedy, your tragedy,
And mine coming out!
poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
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To Love Without Measure
when i say i love you
there is no meter to it
no scales
from one to ten
no scores till the hundred
there is no depth
nothing about height
there is nothing to measure
nothing to price
for love is as light as air
and fills every empty space
for love cannot be weighed
and beyond what is heavy
or burdensome
its depth is beyond comprehension
its value is priceless
its measure
immeasurable.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Is Precious
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
People should be more expressive,
With more of that shown...
From a depth.
Yeah.
People should stop their feeding,
On more nonsense that will upset.
Yeah!
People should spend time finding,
More happiness for them to get.
And forget about a past to sack and pack,
Yeah!
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nor Width or Depth of It
You can not define my man-ness.
No height...
Nor width or depth of it!
You may observe,
A stress perhaps projected.
The feelings felt...
None like me have dealt with.
I am not part of a collective drone...
Buzzing in a hive as if a clone!
You may believe,
You know my needs.
Perceived from observances...
Randomly received.
Inside am I alone with thought.
In this shell to me God has brought.
A manhood of an expression.
To live and to give...
Without delivery of confession.
To perform is my deed.
The reason of my profession.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love’s yardstick
The depth of love
Is the height of jealousy.
The height of love
Is the depth of pining.
27.03.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Form your life humanly, and you have done enough: but you will never reach the height of art and the depth of science without something divine.
quote by Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel
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Infinity
turn what your brain
inside out
and it will fill
a space
large as the universe
- plenty of of planets, stars
you know as well
as many you dont know
- the way you are puzzled
over infinity
the joy to learn that
that this infinity outside
- each planet, star, meteor -
wait to be given names
by this infinity - boxed -
in this little head!
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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In my earlier paintings, I wanted the space between the picture plane and the spectator to be active.
quote by Bridget Riley
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You can't do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about its width and depth.
It's Not So Much
It’s
Not so much… “what” you feel
But the “way” that you feel it
Not so much “what” you say
But the manner in which you reveal it
Not so much “how” you loved
More so… how “deep” your affection
Not so much your memories…
More so the richness in your fond reflection
Not so much how long in years you live
But how full your life was… or is to be
It’s not so much in the “what”
But in the “how”… that you can see…
It’s that when I look out the window
Into the inky dark of night
that I can see far beyond the shadows
And the black velvet that blinds your sight
It’s the width….the depth…the height…the breadth
Of life that only age can make one better see
Tis therein that lies the difference… my friend
It’s the difference between thee and me
poem by David Whalen
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I felt the most intense pleasure in piercing the stone in order to make an abstract form and space; quite a different sensation from that of doing it for the purpose of realism.
quote by Barbara Hepworth
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Life Is Like A Number Line
Life Is Like a number Line,
Between negative infinity to positive infinity,
At the middle have that zero,
All are finite numbers,
Zero stands for nothing,
Infinity for everything,
But zero is some how useful,
When it is with numbers on proper side,
Infinity is useless as it engulf all!
Numbers are special on their own,
Some are positives, have mirror images in negatives,
May be integers or fractions,
May be rational or irrational,
Some are real and some are imaginary,
These make number of life complex,
Polynomaials with complex roots,
Or with complex coefficients,
If we take them on XY plane, they act and interact with one another,
Some make us laugh, as we find the answer,
Some brings us to sober, as they remain as mystery!
But life Is not to dimensional,
Multi dimensional it is,
So multidimensional space of life make it wonderful,
A wonder out of reach of all!
But modular sets can draw some with some similarities
If you want to become mathematician,
Learn to play with them, bearing all headache they cause!
Otherwise either multiply all numbers by zero,
And yourself too, become zero,
Or merge all in infinity to wash your dirty hands,
If you want to know what is life,
Become a mathematician to play with numbers,
Life Is nothing but interaction of real with real or real with imaginary, positive with positive,
Negative with negative,
Or positive with negative,
Rational with rational,
irrational with irrational, most of time a rational with irrational,
But noone is perfect like zero among finite,
And no one can't say anything about the infinite!
The Soul is that space on which all numbers play according to the karma and thoughts!
Oops this interactions of numbers is life!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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In the surface of the paper there is only length and width-there is no such thing as thickness.
quote by John Clayton
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The column of Infinity is a more complicated form of a stone flower that purifies the sky of storms.
aphorism by Camelia Oprița from Appeal for Infinity, translated by Camelia Opriţa
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Protect Me From What I Want
Its that desease of the age
Its that desease that we crave
Alone at the end of the race
We catch the last bus home
Corporate america wakes
Coffee republic in case
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our home
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Maybe were victims of fate
Remember when wed celebrate
Wed drink and get high until late
And now were all alone
Wedding bells aint gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now were all alone
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
song performed by by Placebo
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Beyond Time
beyond time
is love
time is a measurement
of the past
and the present
and the future
that we tend to limit
within a
certain space
love is beyond time
it is when
measurements
do not matter anymore
because
you love
and your love
has no measure
it is not even
this moment
it is beyond
momentariness
that we love
just being here
looking
at you
everything freezes
nothing leaves
nothing comes
the box
of time where you
are in
does not have
length
and width
and sides
and depth
there is just
this breath
breathing, life living, and it keeps going and going
without any ticking
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Proportion is that agreeable harmony between the several parts of a building, which is the result of a just and regular agreement of them with each other; the height to the width, this to the length, and each of these to the whole.
quote by Marcus V. Pollio
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