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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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    The garden gate is opened
    as easily as a turned page
    questioned by a regular devotion
    and once inside, our gazes
    have no need to fix on objects
    that already exist completely in memory.
    I am familiar with the customs and the souls
    and that dialectic of allusions
    which any gathering of humans weaves.
    I need not speak
    nor claim false privileges;
    those who surround me here know me well,
    know well my afflictions and my weakness.
    That is to attain the highest thing,
    what will perhaps be given us by heaven:
    not veneration or victories,
    but simply to be accepted
    as part of an undeniable Reality,
    like stones and trees.

    poem :
    Simplicity, by Jorge Luis Borges
    (from Fervor de Buenos Aires, translated by Stephen Kessler)
    image : Syncopath, A woman. A bench. Brussels, 2013
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    To grasp the full significance of life
    the actor's duty,
    to interpret it is his problem,
    to express it his dedication.

    quote :
    Marlon Brando
    still & moving image : Pacino and De Niro meeting face to face in "Heat", 1995.
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    The task is not so much to see what no one has yet seen,
    but to think what no body yet has thought about that

    text : Arthur Schopenhauer
    images : Doris Salcedo, istanbul Biennial, 2003 (here on youtube)
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    The evening had no destiny at all. Since it was clear, i went out to take a walk and to recollect after dinner. I did not want to determine a route for my stroll ; i tried to attain maximum latitude of probabilities in order not to fatigue my expectation with the necessary foresight of any one of them. I managed, to the imperfect degree of possibility, to do what is called walking at random.
    I accepted, with no other conscious prejudice than that of avoiding the wider avenues or streets, the most obscure invitations of chance.

    text : Jorge Luis Borges, from “A new refutation of Time”.
    image : from "Kontakthof" a piece by Pina Bausch.
    video : Syncopath, Valse d'Orsay, 2013.
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    The only man I know who behaves sensibly is my tailor;
    he takes my measurements anew
    sees me.
    The rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them.

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    George Bernard Shaw (from article: Man and Superman 1903)
    images: Sachiko Abe Cut Paper performance
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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 is not to say that we live in a fluid context, but that our lives are themselves fluid.

    This ceaseless change does not mean discontinuity; rather change
    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
    its own non-being

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

    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 whithin motion.

    text : An adage from the Qigong tradition.
    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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