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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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    A true secret can be called out loud in public.
    have no doubt, concealed it shall remain, unheard,
    encoded, in its shy enclave.
    yet come across an ear,
    it will decode itself and be expanded,
    and still,
    a
    Secret
    it
    may
    stay.





























    text : Anonymous
    images : Pina Bausch, Nelken, 1982.
    Nelken video excerpt from the show

    Sat, Mar 13, 2010  Permanent link

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    Truth

    in her

    dress

    finds facts

    too

    tight.



    In

    fiction

    she moves

    with

    ease.










    text : Rabindranath Tagore
    image1 : skinny-jeans black
    image2 : 'Hasta las Narcices', An art installation by Ivan Puig, 2004.
    video : Rabindranath Tagore singing.







    Sun, Mar 7, 2010  Permanent link

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    And yet, and yet . . . Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are apparent desperations and secret consolations. Our destiny is not frightful by being unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and iron-clad. Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.

    Essay: "A New Refutation of Time," 1946


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    One question that has always intrigued me is what happens to demonic beings when immigrants move from their homelands. Irish-Americans remember the fairies. Norwegian-Americans the nisses, Greek-Americans the vrykolakas, but only in relation to events remembered in the Old Country. When I once asked why such demons are not seen in America, my informants giggled confusedly and said:
    “They’re scared to pass the ocean, it’s too far”,
    pointing out that Christ and the apostles never came to America.





    This is not a guidebook this is a book of fiction.
    All of the people are fictional. Only the Gods are real.


    Neil Gaiman
    (American Gods)




    kaleidoscope: from dict. n. tube containing mirrors which reflect and create constantly changing symmetrical patterns from small pieces of colored glass held at one end of the tube; anything that changes constantly.
    Wed, Feb 24, 2010  Permanent link

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    I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school:

    They don't teach you
    how to love somebody.
    They don't teach you
    how to be famous.
    They don't teach you
    how to be rich or how to be poor.
    They don't teach you
    how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer.
    They don't teach you
    how to know what's going on in someone else's mind.
    They don't teach you
    what to say to someone who's dying.

    They don't teach you anything worth knowing.


    Neil Gaiman




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    The orgasm is simply when the body does take over.



















    photoes : Nobuyoshi Araki
    saying : Betty Dodson
    (an American sex educator, author, and artist. She is widely known as a pioneer in women's, and to a somewhat lesser extent men's, sexual liberation.)
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    • Love between man and man is impossible
      because there must not be sexual intercourse
      and friendship between man and woman is impossible
      because there must be sexual intercourse.

      James Joyce









    • Comme nos voix (badabada dabadabada)
      Chantent tout bas (badabada dabadabada)
      Nos coeurs y voient (badabada dabadabada)
      Comme une chance, comme un espoir





    * Paroles: Pierre Barouh * Musique: Francis Lay * Film: Claude Lelouch.



  • "L'Amour est bien plus fort que nous"




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    there is a state of slumber that is not sleep.

    and one sort of truth that comes out of us and which is not a dream not a reverie.

    the mouth’s guard is asleep, and words emerge that one would otherwise not allow to emerge.

    we are workers of a shadow that suits us but escapes us.

    Jean Cocteau





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    poets die and come back to life.

    Dali invented a very beautiful science: Phoenixology. that means people often die in order to be reborn. this is the phoenix renaissance. it burns in order to turn into ashes, which in their own term change back into the phoenix.

    in my film (Blood of a Poet) the flower dies resurrected and dies again. this is Minerva goddess of reason who sees that it is a reborn flower and she will refuse it.

    Jean Cocteau

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    We’re tired of trees. We should stop believing in trees, roots, and radicles.

    They’ve made us suffer too much. All of arborescent culture is founded on

    them, from biology to linguistics. Nothing is beautiful or loving or political

    aside from underground stems and aerial root, adventitious growths and

    rhizomes.











    text : Gilles Deleuze
    image1 : Syncopath, aerial roots, Ko Mak, Thailand 2011
    image2 : Aerial roots, online image.
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