| I tried to remember everyone. I miss them. I remember first times, first impressions, first sights but last times and final nights slipped by unseen, unknown.
tyrone@nomanifesto.com Were it to be the last. How infinite would be. What we did not suspect was marked -- Our final interview. Emily Dickinson |
| 07 30 2014 |
| This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Laurence Olivier said the good reviews were harder to handle than the bad reviews. Maybe he didn't say that. |
| 07 30 2014 |
| Jusqu'ici tout va bien. |
| 07 30 2014 |
| Japan. In a dream we drove across the rooftops. |
| 07 30 2014 |
| And begin by combining this name, namely, YHWH, at the beginning alone, and examine all its combinations and move it and turn it about like a wheel returning around, front and back, like a scroll, and do not let it rest, but when you see its matter strengthened because of the great motion, because of the fear of confusion of your imagination, and the rolling about of your thoughts, and when you let it rest, return to it and ask [it] until there shall come to your hand a word of wisdom from it, do not abandon it. |
| 07 30 2014 |
| We see the same flower. |
| 07 30 2014 |
| In Kansas no one can hear you dream. |
| 07 30 2014 |
| Not the 'music' industry - the 'recording' industry. The history industry. |
| 07 30 2014 |
| Si vis pacem, para bellum is a Latin adage translated as, 'Soldiers kill'. |
| 07 30 2014 |
| The natural subordination of one to another cannot be supported rationally. |
| 07 30 2014 |
| The prisoner is the political. Perhaps the only way to make it better is to burn it (school) down. Anyway, that's how 'we' felt at school. Now it's the 'enviromental question'. The production, distribution and consumption of the enviroment (in the McLuhan sense). |
| 07 30 2014 |
| Not everything that isn't true is a lie. |
| 07 30 2014 |
| She's still my favourite American. |
| 07 30 2014 |
| Zeitgeist date rape. |
| 07 30 2014 |
| The rest of the world begins with the body. The body is the spiritual experience. Jane Arden asked Dali what his work said about death, she said that might even be the purpose of art; to contemplate death. Dali just looked bemused by the question but I think art says that what happens when you die is that your (life's) work commands a higher price. Perhaps it's easier to sell alphas and omegas, beginnings and ends, origins and destinations. The depth of the endowment. The richness of the performance. The length of the blade. The abundance of exsanguination. The wound and the blood. The fasces and cornucopia. The rest of the world begins with the body. You are this bloody enviroment and this bloody enviroment is you. The body is and is not, conceals and reveals, is manifest and beyond manifestation. Although once you touch someone ... hold ... purchase
Image created by Francesca Woodman |
| 08 01 2014 |
| Are you ready boots? |
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| 08 01 2014 |
| It was years ago. I was talking with the husband of an old school friend. I don't think he liked me, which was not altogether unfair as I hadn't always made that great an effort to be likeable.
Years before this particular conversation I'd given him a medium hard time when he'd started going out with my friend. She'd just been dumped and was heart broken. She was vulnerable and when this novus homo entered the scene a few weeks later I figured he was a transitional dude but he hung around and they eventually married and all was happy ever after. Anyway, ten or so years later we're talking, he'd just got a teaching job at a Californian university and I, in an uncharacteristically conciliatory mood, offered him this unread, weighty, expensive volume of Clark Kerr's memoirs. I pulled the book off a shelf and explained he was welcome to it as it was full of the kind of blah blah blah details only a professional educator could find interesting. He asked me why I'd bought the book since I had no intention of reading it. I explained that Guy Debord name checked Kerr in the Society of the Spectacle, so I thought the memoir might have some ripe ideological invective but it was as dry as a nun's sense of humour. He looked at the book, looked at me, frowned and said, "Why are you reading the Society of the Spectacle?" It had never occurred to me to ask myself that question and his emphasis on "you" hinted at something vaguely condescending. I shrugged and offered him the book, he said no, he didn't want it. He refused my gift. And now he's dead. He's not really. Why was I reading that book? |
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| Girl sell dress - Dress sell girl. |
| 08 29 2014 |
| Enterprise in uncurated dragon space. |
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| STARing at STARs |
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| "If you lose your ego, you lose the thread of that narrative you call your Self. Humans, however, can't live very long without some sense of a continuing story." Haruki Murakami |
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