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tasch

nobody@ipernity.com (gdiazdeleon) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 15:01:52 +0000

ain't hiding

nobody@ipernity.com (gdiazdeleon) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 14:00:48 +0000

deeper down

nobody@ipernity.com (gdiazdeleon) — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 23:54:59 +0000

There exists at the basis of human life a principle of insuffiency. On his own, each man imagines others to be incapable or unworthy of "being". A slanderous and free conversationn expresses the certainty of the vanity of my fellow beings; what apparently a mean spirited chat reveals a blind straining of life towards an undefinable summit.

The sufficency of each being is challenged unceasingly by those who surround him. Even a look expressing admiration is attached to me like a doubt. ["Genius" lowers more than uplifts; the idea of "genius" prevents one from being simple, urges one to show the essential, to hide what would dissapoint: there is no "genius" conceivable without "art". I would like to simplify, to brave the feeling of insufficency. I myself am not sufficent and only mantain my "pretense" by means of the shadow in which I finds myself.] A burst of laughter, an expression of repugnance greet gestures, sentences, shortcommings in which my deep insufficency is betrayed...

... Being is in the world so uncertain that I can project it where I wish -outside of me. It is a sort of inept man -who did not know how to unravel the essential plot, who limited being to the self. In actual fact, being is exactly nowhere and it was a game to grasp it as divine at the summit of the pyramid of individual beings. [Being is "ungraspable". It is only "grasped" in error; the error is not just easy -in this case, it is the condition of thought.]

The Labyrinth (Or the constitution of beings). On Inner Experience. Georges Bataille. 1954 (L. A. Boldt trad.) (pp 81-82)

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small talk stinks

nobody@ipernity.com (gdiazdeleon) — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 15:49:20 +0000

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It was late in the evening when K. arrived...

nobody@ipernity.com (gdiazdeleon) — Sun, 30 Aug 2009 15:35:46 +0000

...The village was J. deep in snow. The Castle hill was hidden, veiled in mist and darkness, nor was there even a glimmer of light to show that a castle was there. On the wooden bridge leading from the main road to the village K. stood for a long time gazing into the illusory emptiness above him. Then he went on to find quarters for the night.

From F. Kafka's The Castle.

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tapestry

nobody@ipernity.com (gdiazdeleon) — Mon, 27 Jul 2009 21:53:41 +0000

He captured dreams, just like others appear to chase after butterflies with nets. He did not travel to the islands on sundays and holidays and did not frequent the taverns on Pagos beach. He locked himself up in his studio for trips into the dreamy regions. He said that all countries and unknown islands were woven into the tapestry. The drugs served him as keys to entry into the chambers and caves of this world. In the course of the years he had gained great knowledge, and he kept a log book of his excursions. A small library adjoined this studio, consisting partly of herbals and medicinal reports, partly of works by poets and magicians. Antonio tended to read there while the effect of the drug itself developed... He went on voyages of discovery in the universe of his brain...

From Ernst Jünger's Helipolis. 1949.

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muac_uno

nobody@ipernity.com (gdiazdeleon) — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 23:28:45 +0000

En la exposición El Reino de Coloso. El Lugar del Asedio en la Época de la Imagen. Museo Universitario de Arte Contemporáneo (MUAC). UNAM, Ciudad de México.

Lee Miller (1907-77). David E. Schermann Dressed For War, 1943.

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Lemurian

nobody@ipernity.com (gdiazdeleon) — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 15:17:13 +0000

Of such great powers or beings there may be conceivably a survival... a survival of a hugely remote period when... consciousness was manifested, perhaps, in shapes and forms long since withdrawn before the tide of advancing humanity... forms of which poetry and legend alone have caught a flying memory and called them gods, monsters, mythical beings of all sorts and kinds...

Algernon Blackwood