to
a day
a night
a year of speeds pulsed by
a life that swims along a fog
a swarm
a pack
a herd of seasons stuffed into a tap
and timed on air
a slice
a line
a loop along an intersecting point
that proves
the thick black dog running down the road
is still the road
the load
the tack
"Beauty has no other origin than a wound, unique,
different for each person, hidden or visible, that
everyone keeps in himself, that he preserves and to
which he withdraws when he wants to leave the world
for a temporary, but profound solitude. There's a big
difference between this art and what we call
"misérabilisme". Giacometti's art seems to me to want
to discover that secret world of every being, and even
of every object, so that it can illumine them."
(Jean Genet, Fragments of the Artwork)
posted by name of the rose at 12:19 a.m.
8 Comments:
I'm always curious as to the inspiration for these works ... if they complement the quote or the quote complements them.
I write first and then another process comes into play,
something like collage, looking through (favourite books) for a complement, searching someone else's words for punctuation...
...but there was (literally) a very dense fog here yesterday
although in the past, for more philosophical pieces,
I have flipped open a book I refer to quite a bit (A Thousand Plateaus) and, i trying to grasp a section, a concept written there, have written my own thoughts in response, like trying to have a conversation with the author(s)...what if we could?
...thinking across the void of time and space...
...plus
I wrote (a version of) this piece a few months ago in respone to a section in ATP on haeccities (from "1730:becoming-intense...") on haecceities where the authors quote VIrginia Woolfe saying "She ssliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on...")
...and in the fatigue of yesterday, posted it to the thick dense fog outside (which was really quite incredible)
...I still remember (quite vividly) a walk to school in similar fog when I was in grade one, hearing (but not being able to see) more than one person ahead of me, hearing a dog barking down the street but not seeing it and later that grade one evening, dreaming about being lost in the fog...haeccities
[like trying to have a conversation with the author(s)...what if we could?]
wouldn't that be interesting? like chatting [slicing?] through the fog of life, with the source.
[... being lost in the fog]
this is occasionally how I feel, as I'm constantly researching what you reference, for more clarity ...
and I am amazed that you do this...
[this is occasionally how I feel, as I'm constantly researching what you reference, for more clarity ...]
compelling subject - and subject matters.
yes it would
[wouldn't that be interesting? like chatting [slicing?] through the fog of life, with the source.]
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