Double Negative

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

The Delayed Loss of The Alter Ego - A Case that Couldn't Conspire

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

Dark Earth

The Sea Of Ice

Caspar_David_Friedrich

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

see if they' re safe

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

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

                     

                                                                                                                 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

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 

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

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

if you say run i ll run with you

edron

black

In your Head

au bord

past

control

what if..

Journey to upper Mongolia

Je ne marche plus

/

once

smoke

but what's puzzling you?

summer

August

farewell isle

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

.

the wall behind

the story

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


Hamlet

overlook

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

anti-clockwise

Rue

fence

unravel

un petit rien

necessary condition for an image

by margarita bofiliou

daily grind

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


Mayakovsky 1987