Quentin Tarantino

play at your own risk…


“I want to risk hitting my head on the ceiling of my talent. I want to really test it out and say, ‘Okay, you’re not that good. You just reached the level here.’ I don’t ever want to fail, but I want to risk failure every time out of the gate.”-Quentin Tarantino

 

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that is an interesting quote from Tarantino. he’s one of my favorite directors and i love that he is talking about risk. i find it fascinating that he seems to be saying a failure is an end to his talent. i would say that if you are a risk taker, then failure is the beginning. you’ll never know how good you are until you’ve failed numerous times. but maybe i’m not grasping the context of the quote here. maybe he’s talking about failing at the very height of the ceiling, or maybe he is just saying he doesn’t like to fail. i don’t think any of us do, but i think we need to learn to embrace it if we are ever going to reach the apex of what our potential is. and there is a huge difference between failing and wallowing in that failure. i’ve been there. failure shouldn’t define us, it should inspire us to drag ourselves back up and do it again. so push through. allow yourself to create ceilings that you can bust through so that failure is the launching pad for the greatness within you. if you never take the chance, you will have a whole bunch of maybe’s and almost’s to talk about someday.

i wrote about beauty the other day….


but only posted pictures of what I thought was beautiful.

that only catches a glimpse of beauty for me, so i thought i would backtrack and actually share things i find beautiful.

the first would have to be this piece of music which has captivated me since i first heard it in middle school.  It’s the Agnus Dei set to Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings.

in the same vein that i find that hauntingly beautiful, i also find this song.

i find great beauty in the words of e.e. cummings

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
wich is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

i take great pleasure in the art of Barton Damer

and of Wassily Kandinsky

Mark Rothko

and Jackson Pollock

i adore the scripts of playwrights Horton Foote, David Mamet, & Tom Stoppard

i love the cinematic mastery of Alfred Hitchcock, Quentin Tarantino and the Coen Brothers

i find beautiful the dark prose of Cormac McCarthy

“He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”

and i find amazing the wonderful words of William Shakespeare.

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends

those are a few things i find beautiful.  i always look for the beauty and the redemptive qualities in anything i view.  art is created by broken people and although it sometimes is not “family friendly” it can still hold beauty.   all art eventually points me to what is behind the beauty.  it’s not the destination, it just points me in the right direction.