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i am an eXperiment. a Syncopated word & image coLLage imported from Our minD sEnse-thoUght collective stream. a trial 2 eXpress the aRhythmia & the off beat that lies in-betwEEn the bond made of: imAge narrative & senSation. an aEsthetic act and aim of WondeR in the search for a CRaCK. as for if anything eXists at all it exisTs i n - b e T w e e n.
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    I am a deeply religious nonbeliever.

    This is somewhat new kind of religion. I have never imputed to Nature a purpose or a goal, or anything that could be understood as anthropomorphic.What I see in Nature is a magnificent structure that we can comprehend only very imperfectly, and that must fill a thinking person with a feeling of humility.

    My position concerning God is that of an agnostic. I am convinced that a vivid consciousness of the primary importance of moral principles for the betterment and ennoblement of life does not need the idea of a law-giver. Especially a law-giver who works on the basis of reward and punishment.

    To assume the existence of an unperceivable being… does not facilitate understanding the orderliness we find in the perceivable world. I don`t try to imagine a personal God; it suffices to stand in awe at the structure of the world, insofar as it allows our inadequate senses to appreciate it.






    text : Albert Einstein
    images : Kazuo Ohno
    Wed, Feb 10, 2010  Permanent link
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    No one can play a game alone. One cannot be human by oneself. There is no selfhood where there is no community. We do not relate to others as the persons we are; we are who we are in relating to others. Simultaneously the others with whom we are in relation are themselves in relation. We cannot relate to anyone who is not also relating to us. Our social existence has, therefore, an inescapably fluid character… this ceaseless change does not mean discontinuity; rather change is itself the very basis of our continuity as persons.













    text : James P. Carse, Finite and Infinite Games, 1987.
    photography : Evelyn Bencicova, Ecce Homo, 2014.

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    And we, inhabitants of the great coral Cosmos, believe the atom (which we still cannot see) to be full matter, whereas, it too, like everything else, is but an embroidery of voids in the Void, and we give the name of being, dense and even eternal, to that dance of inconsistencies, that infinite extension that is identified with absolute Nothingness and that spins from its own non-being the illusion of everything.

    So here I am illuding myself with the illusion of an illusion—I, an illusion myself? I, who was to lose everything, happened on this vessel lost in the Antipodes only to realize that there was nothing to lose? But, understanding this, do I not perhaps gain everything, because I become the one thinking point at which the Universe recognizes its own illusion?










    text :
    Umberto Eco, Paradoxical Exercises Regarding the Thinking of Stones.
    photography : Stephanie Jung
    Wed, Jun 11, 2014  Permanent link

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    One of the definitions of sanity
    is the ability to tell real from unreal.
    Soon
    we'll need
    a
    new
    definition.











    text : Alvin Toffler, an American writer and futurist
    photos : Elina Brotherus, from the series Artists at Work, 2009.
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    In our dreams (writes Coleridge) images represent the sensations we think they cause; we do not feel horror because we are threatened by a sphinx; we dream of a sphinx in order to explain the horror we feel. If this is so, how could a mere chronicle of its forms transmit the stupor, the exaltation, the alarm, the menace and jubilance which made up the fabric of that dream that night? I shall attempt such a chronicle, however; perhaps the fact that the dream was composed of one single scene may remove or mitigate this essential difficulty.
    The place was the School of Philosophy and Letters; the time, towards sundown. Everything (as usually happens in dreams) was somewhat different; a slight magnification altered things. We were electing officials: I was talking with Pedro Henriquez Urena, who in the world of waking reality died many years ago. Suddenly we were stunned by the clamour of a demonstration or disturbance. Human and animal cries came from the Bajo. A voice shouted 'Here they come!' and then 'The Gods! The Gods!' Four or five individuals emerged from the mob and occupied the platform of the main lecture hall. We all applauded, tearfully; these were the Gods returning after a centuries-long exile. Made larger by the platform, their heads thrown back and their chests thrust forward, they arrogantly received our homage. One held a branch which no doubt conformed to the simple botany of dreams; another, in a broad gesture, extended his hand which was a claw; one of the faces of Janus looked with distrust at the curved beak of Thoth. Perhaps aroused by our applause, one of them - I no longer know which - erupted in a victorious clatter, unbelieveably harsh, with something of a gargle and of a whistle. From that moment, things changed.
    It all began with a suspicion (perhaps exaggerated) that the Gods did not know how to talk. Centuries of fell and fugitive life had atrophied the human element in them; the moon of Islam and the cross of Rome had been implacable with these outlaws. Very low foreheads, yellow teeth, stringy mulatto or Chinese moustaches and thick bestial lips showed the degeneracy of the Olympian lineage. Their clothing corresponded not to a decorous poverty but rather to the sinister luxury of the gambling houses and brothels of the Bajo. A carnation bled crimson in a lapel and the bulge of a knife was outlined beneath a close-fitting jacket. Suddenly we sensed that they were playing their last card, that they were cunning, ignorant and cruel like old beasts of prey and that, if we let ourselves be overcome by fear or piety, they would finally destroy us.
    We took out our heavy revolvers (all of a sudden there were revolvers in the dream) and joyfully killed the Gods.








    text : Ragnarök by Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths 1962, translated by James E. Irby.
    image & video : Syncopath, Take Off, shot in Tempelhof Berlin 2013



    * Ragnarök (wiki) = is an important event in the Norse canon. it is a series of future events, including a great battle foretold to ultimately result in the death of a number of major figures (including the gods Odin, Thor, Týr, Freyr,) and the subsequent submersion of the world in water. Afterward, the world will resurface anew and fertile.


    * Tempelhof airport Berlin (wiki) = Tempelhof was designated as an airport on 8 October 1923; The old terminal was originally constructed in 1927; The Nazi government began a massive reconstruction in the mid-1930s in anticipation of increasing air traffic; Tempelhof was one of Europe's three iconic pre-World War II airports; One of the airport's most distinctive features is its large, canopy-style roof, which was able to accommodate most contemporary airliners during its heyday in the 1950s, 1960s and early 1970s, thereby protecting passengers from the elements; Tempelhof Airport's main building was once among the top 20 largest buildings on earth; Tempelhof Airport closed all operations on 30 October 2008; In August 2009, Berlin city officials announced that Tempelhof would be opened in May 2010 as a city park and will be used as a park indefinitely; On the weekend of 8/9 May 2010, the outfield was festively opened as Berlin's largest public park named "Tempelhofer Feld"; More than 200,000 Berliners visited the park to enjoy its wide open spaces for recreation ranging from biking and skating to baseball and kiting.
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    The only Motion
    is
    within
    stillness.

    The
    only
    Stillness
    is whithin motion.








    text : Tai Chi adage.
    image & video : Syncopath, StillinMotion, Fischerinsel (fisher island) Berlin, 2013.
    music on video : Bach Cello Suite no.6, Pablo Casals renown recordings 1927-1939.

    Fri, Nov 15, 2013  Permanent link

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    I have made a ceaseless effort
    not to ridicule,
    not to bewail,
    not to scorn
    human actions,
    but to understand them.











    text :
    Baruch Spinoza
    video & image : Syncopath, Bricolage, 2013
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    Now I disappear and die ;
    in a moment I shall be nothing,
    for the soul is mortal as the body;
    but the complex of causes in which I am involved will return, and it will continually reproduce me.












    maxim : Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, 1885.
    image & video : Syncopath, Volta do Mundo, 2013.


    a remark -
    volta do mundo is an expression borrowed from Capoeira. literally: return to the world OR the return of the world. When a sequence in the play reaches its completion, or if there appears any sudden disruption to the game, one player starts to walk at the perimeter of the cycle (the Roda) inviting the other to join him walking around up to a point where the play is renewed.
    Fri, Oct 11, 2013  Permanent link

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    Out on the edge
    you
    see
    all
    kinds
    of
    things
    you
    can't
    see
    from the center.








    text : Kurt Vonnegut
    photography : Ahn Jung





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    Nothing is built on stone; All is built on sand.
    But
    we
    must
    built
    as
    if
    the
    sand
    were
    stone.









    adage : Jorge Luis Borges
    still & moving image : Syncopath, Construction Sight, 2011.
    Fri, Oct 4, 2013  Permanent link

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