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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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    For centuries the death penalty, often accompanied by barbarous refinements, has been trying to hold crime in check; yet crime persists. Why? Because the instincts that are warring in man are not, as the law claims, constant forces in a state of equilibrium.

    There will be no lasting peace either in the heart of individuals or in social customs until death is outlawed.
    Albert Camus

    Crime is redeemed by remorse, but not by a blow of the axe or slipknot. Blood has to be washed by tears but not by blood.»
    Victor Hugo

    We oppose the death penalty not just for what it does to those guilty of heinous crimes, but for what it does to all of us: it offers the tragic illusion that we can defend life by taking life.»
    Most Rev. Joseph A. Fiorenza, President, National Conference of Catholic Bishops / U.S. Catholic Conference, 1999.

    Capital punishment is not about deterrence. That is a fig leaf we attach to our desire to punish. Capital punishment, like all acts of revenge, is about control, about the need to reclaim control from someone who has taken it from us.»
    Rabbi Harold S. Kushner, author of "When Bad Things Happen to Good People".

    I believe that as long as one is alive there is the possibility to change and redress whatever wrong one has done.
    Criminals, people who commit crimes, usually society rejects these people. They are also part of society. Give them some form of punishment to say they were wrong, but show them they are part of society and can change. Show them compassion.»
    His Holiness Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lama, Spiritual Leader of Tibet, (4) Times of Oman, 4/9/2005.

    I call upon Roman Catholics, other Christians, and all people of conscience within these beautiful Allegheny Mountains to oppose the use of capital punishment in Pennsylvania and throughout the United States. Let us not join with those who encourage an atmosphere of vengeance and retribution in our nation.»
    Most Reverend Joseph V. Adamec, Bishop of the Roman Catholic Diocese of Altoona-Johnstown

    May the bad not kill the good,
    Nor the good kill the bad
    I am a poet, without any bias,
    I say without doubt or hesitation
    There are no good assassins.»
    Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), Chilean writer, Nobel Prize winner (Literature).

    «Distrust all men whose impulse to punish is powerful.»
    Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher.

    And so to the end of history, murder shall breed murder, always in the name of right and honour, and peace, until the Gods are tired of blood and create a race that can understand.»
    George Bernard Shaw.

    It is better to risk saving a guilty person than to condemn an innocent one.»

    One should look at consolidating the right to life instead of imposing the death penalty, which has a very poor recognised effect in deterring crimes.»
    Ashraf Qazi, Special Representative of the U.N., opposing the resumption of executions in Iraq, BBC News, 8/20/2005.

    The death sentence is a barbaric act. I hope the whole of the United States will follow Governor Ryan's example in commuting the death sentence. The death penalty is a reflection of the animal instinct still in human beings.
    Nelson Mandela, former South African President, Nobel Peace Prize winner.

    An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.»
    Mahatma Ghandi.

    Can the state, which represents the whole of society and has the duty of protecting society, fulfill that duty by lowering itself to the level of the murderer, and treating him as he treated others? The forfeiture of life is too absolute, too irreversible, for one human being to inflict it on another, even when backed by legal process. And I believe that future generations, throughout the world, will come to agree. The U.N. does not support death penalty. In all the courts we have set up (U.N. officials) have not included death penalty.
    Kofi Annan, Secretary General of the United Nations.

    This law should not have been necessary because no civilized, mature society would ever entertain the possibility of executing anybody who was mentally retarded.
    Ernie Chambers, State Senator, Nebraska,

    Til the infallibility of human judgement shall have been proved to me, I shall demand the abolition of the penalty of death.
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    I am too much of skeptic







    Quote : T.H.Huxley
    image : unknown
    video : Goran Bregovic and Iggy Pop "In the Death Car" Arizona dream soundtrack).

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    The other one, the one called Borges, is the one things happen to. I walk through the streets of Buenos Aires and stop for a moment, perhaps mechanically now, to look at the arch of an entrance hall and the grillwork on the gate; I know of Borges from the mail and see his name on a list of professors or in a biographical dictionary. I like hourglasses, maps, eighteenth-century typography, the taste of coffee and the prose of Stevenson; he shares these preferences, but in a vain way that turns them into the attributes of an actor. It would be an exaggeration to say that ours is a hostile relationship; I live, let myself go on living, so that Borges may contrive his literature, and this literature justifies me. It is no effort for me to confess that he has achieved some valid pages, but those pages cannot save me, perhaps because what is good belongs to no one, not even to him, but rather to the language and to tradition. Besides, I am destined to perish, definitively, and only some instant of myself can survive in him. Little by little, I am giving over everything to him, though I am quite aware of his perverse custom of falsifying and magnifying things. Spinoza knew that all things long to persist in their being; the stone eternally wants to be a stone and the tiger a tiger. I shall remain in Borges, not in myself (if it is true that I am someone), but I recognize myself less in his books than in many others or in the laborious strumming of a guitar. Years ago I tried to free myself from him and went from the mythologies of the suburbs to the games with time and infinity, but those games belong to Borges now and I shall have to imagine other things. Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

    I do not know which of us has written this page.

    text : Jorge Luis Borges
    video : Syncopath
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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,

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

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    in her


    finds facts





    she moves



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

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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.
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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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    We do not even know what a body can do.

    We stand amazed in before



    the truly surprising thing



    the body.

    text : Baruch Spinoza, Philosopher, 1632-1677
    images: Nobuyoshi Araki, Japanese Photographer b. 1940

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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.

    text : James Joyce
    video : Un homme et Une femme, Claude Lelouch 1966


    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

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