Pending Vertigo pending vertigo, pending clarity. my attention folds in doubt and contortion (this is a vertigo of sorts) not of conviction, but focus. Polemic folds poetic, every scratch; every silence, every stylistic tugging. Remember forgetting. If philosophy were religion, writing would be sacrosanct profane, the mark is the historic tissue of understanding [...]
London In Silence by Maximilian Eduard Bloching “3 am is eternal. 3 am is infernal. It´s the time at which fear and sadness and regret rack up so that it becomes impossible to get to sleep. 3 am is the dark heart of the city, when the silent night amplifies the din in our skulls, returns [...]
Notes on Abstraction and Uselessness: Kazimir Malevich, Suprematism, and Constructivism by So Yoon Ryu In December 1915, Russian artist Kazimir Malevich (1878-1935) introduced the first Black Square. Hung on the ceiling between two walls of the exhibition hall, the painting seemed nothing more than a hastily painted square floating over the thirty-inch-long white canvas. Every [...]
as seeing –a world conceptual, not seen but by eyes. Being regardless, but built by hands. I cannot see anything here that has not done before.
FEELING LAZY? TIRED? AS IF YOUR ANXIETY OVErwhelms your sense of social responsibility by feeding destructive cycles which end up taking a toll on your physical health (for example: poor sleeping/eating habits)?; and since the work that you put into managing these consequences and their causes cannot [...]
The projection is occupied, we have not occupied it ourselves. I did not occupy this myself. Ground-bound and without Grace. Resenting.
Jeromé: The Relief of a Resurrection (...) a cathartic pilgrimage by Dünya Öztekin ‘The desirous is the one who waits.’ The waiting: Cravings, fragments, silences. She said destroy. (She asks, she demands). [Waiting]: An anxious hope for pleasure and relief, for something that is (always) perceived to be not present. Desire is very much related [...]
I. Get rid of the paradisiac image of the sublime; the child has known Werther’s letter (his strokes his movement, his thoughts of repose) the written has marked God beyond ignorance. * An Eastern tune tapping the ground. bathe me in the stream of my childhood where the screaming of jackals under dawn send you [...]
Blue on Prussian blue. Giant electric billboards accelerating the pace of Piccadilly Circus. Consumption. Laughter. Street musicians. ‘There is no hint of hope that something will save us from ourselves’. The lingering smell of caramelised peanuts, the purchasing of a bag worth a couple of grands, the intimate friendship of an old homeless man with [...]
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