Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Double Negative


Michael Heizer, Double Negative, 1969-70, Mormon Mesa, Overton Nevada

Monday, July 30, 2012

Grândola


Grândola, swarthy town
Land of fraternity
It is the people
who lead Inside of you,
oh city Inside of you,
oh city
It is the people who lead
Land of fraternity
Grândola, swarthy town
On each corner, a friend In each face, equality
Grândola, swarthy town
Land of fraternity
Land of fraternity
Grândola, swarthy town
In each face, equality
It is the people who lead
In the shadow of a holm oak
Which no longer knew its ageI swore to have your willas my companion,
Grândola
I swore to have your willas my companion, Grândola.
In the shadow of a holm oak
Which no longer knew its age

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Eyes that last I saw in tears



Eyes that last I saw in tears
Through division
Here in death's dream kingdom
The golden vision reappears
I see the eyes but not the tears
This is my affliction
This is my affliction
Eyes I shall not see again
Eyes of decision
Eyes I shall not see unless
At the door of death's other kingdom
Where, as in this,
The eyes outlast a little while
A little while outlast the tears
And hold us in derision.
Thomas Stearns Eliot

Friday, July 22, 2011

adorabless: sous le soleil exactement

adorabless: sous le soleil exactement

An Unfamiliar Face

Every letter is a person's back. They can turn around at any time. An author who believes his own text should be familiar down to the last letter is fooling himself. Whenever a letter turns around, an unfamiliar face is made visible.
Yoko Tawada

Monday, May 23, 2011

certitude


He could not persuade himself that, if he wrote
round about his subject with facility or treated it
from any standpoint of impression, good would
come of it. On the other hand he was persuaded 
that no-one served the generation into which he
had been born so well as he who offered it, whether
in his art or in his life, the gift of certitude.

James Joyce, Stephen Hero

Wednesday, March 30, 2011


                     
                                                                                                                 Jose Carlos Martinat 
“…has taken the white veil; and there is a higher horror in this whiteness of her woe. Old as Pizarro, this whiteness keeps her ruins for ever new; admits not the cheerful greenness of complete decay; spreads over her broken ramparts the rigid pallor of an apoplexy that fixes its own distortions. I know that, to the common apprehension, this phenomenon of whiteness is not confessed to be the prime agent in exaggerating the terror of objects otherwise terrible; nor to the unimaginative mind is there aught of terror in those appearances whose awfulness to another mind almost solely consists in this one phenomenon, especially when exhibited under any form at all approaching to muteness or universality.” 

Herman Melville. Moby Dick, 1851

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

as forgotten

The visual event of the painting happens only starting from this rend that, before us, separates what is represented as remembered from everything that presents itself as forgotten. 


Didi-Huberman 

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Future


Current runs through the bodies
And then doesn’t.
On again
Off again
Always two things.
Switching.
One thing instantly replaces another.
It was the language
of the Future.

LAURIE ANDERSON 
“THE LANGUAGE OF THE FUTURE”

l' Aveugle


Thursday, March 10, 2011

Vowels



Black A, White E, Red I, Green U, Blue O: vowels.
Someday I’ ll explain your bourgeoning births:
A, a corset,; black, hairy, buzzing with flies
Bumbling like bees around a merciless stench,

And shadowy gulfs,; E, white vapors and tents, proud
Glacial peaks, white kings, shivering Queen Anne’s lace;
I, purples, bloody spittle, lips’ lovely laughter
In anger or drunken contrition;


U, cycles, divine vibrations of viridian seas;
Peace of pastures sown with beasts, wrinkles
Stamped on studious brows as if by alchemy;

O, that last Trumpet, overflowing with strange discord,
Silences bridged by Worlds and Angels:
-       O the Omega, the violet beam from His Eyes!

Arthur Rimbaud

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Friday, December 3, 2010

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Monday, August 16, 2010

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Aetna


To the elements it came from
Everything will return.
Our bodies to earth,
Our blood to water,
Heat to fire,
Breath to air.

Empedocles

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

the story



And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
 To tell my story. 
The rest is silence. 


Hamlet



Sunday, April 25, 2010

library forest


And several times, said Austerlitz, birds which had lost their way in the library forest flew into the mirror images of the trees in the reading room, said Austerlitz, I thought at length about the way in which such unforeseen accidents, the fall of a single creature to its death when diverted from its natural path, or the recurrent symptoms of paralysis affecting the electronic data retrieval system, relate to the Cartesian overall plan of the Bibliotheque Nationale, and I came to the conclusion that in any project we design and develop, the size and degree of complexity of the information and control systems inscribe in it are the crucial factors, so that the all-embracing and absolute perfection of the concept can in practice coincide, indeed ultimately must coincide, with its chronic dysfunction and constitutional instability.


W.G Sebald

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Thursday, April 8, 2010

necessary condition for an image


daily grind



And as they say, the incident is closed/ The daily grind has wrecked the love boat 


Mayakovsky 1987

Friday, March 19, 2010