siting in a room with one hundred hands
sometimes i’m so straight people think i’m crazy
So much for the exterior. And what happened inside didnt leave any clear traces. There was something arousing.
sources are tapped when required to enhance the perceptual interplay
a dissonance, a change in rhythm. While on the outside everything happens with the vertiginous rhythm of a cataract, on the inside is the exhausted adagio of drops of water falling from time to tired time. For this reason the outside, seen from the inside, appears absurd and unreal, and constitutes ‘the farce we all must play’.
the cycle was more unpredictable because very little was known
He didnt speak, but every now and then he would stretch his leg out and look at his foot with a terrified expression. This foot wore a boot, but the other foot was in a slipper…
I felt in my hand a cold object which attracted my attention by means of a sort of personality. I opened my hand and looked: I was holding the doorknob.
To do. To do by not doing. To do for no reason. To not do for many reasons. To do without giving a shit what one is doing. The desire to do something. Not to do Art. To do because in a moment it was the thing to do. For no logic other than an inexplanable desire to do it. To do through being. Being open to affects that cause unexpected doings.
A manner of gathering, whether of objects or experiences. An interweaving stream of consciousness and material encounters.
Slipping between the boundaries of categorisations.
We begin to see the circle but only have a blind sense of whats encircled.
Rapture comes with the something deeper that cannot be seen or understood. I think it tends to cause a rupture.
Absolutely. Beauty grows as the edge of the circle shimmers defining something deeper than a surface.
go go go go
something’s catching up
ooops wasnt expecting that
It brings up the whole subject object question. Is there a point that a voice becomes an object independent of its speaker?
We’re in the same terrain. Though i’m thinking about voices coming together to create an indecipherable noise that obscures meaning and a subjective source. Voices coming together outside and beyond the subject somehow. Early stages. I guess its a kind of harmony too.
Harmony. Individual voices coming together that last only a breath.
It was a physical response to a religious state that words could not express – and a phenomenon known to be contagious within a group. The actions and emotions of the ‘Jumpers’ can be found echoed in various forms of contemporary culture. For instance, the mosh-pits and raves of dance culture feature the convulsive and possessed movement of people shifting from agony to ecstasy.