All
will be difficult to say:
the real word
is never easy.
All will be hard:
pitiless light
excessive living too
conscious of being.
All will be
able to wound. Will be
aggressively real.
So real it rends us.
There is no pity in signs
nor even in love: being
is excessively lucid
and word is dense and wounds us.
(All words are cruelty.)
— Orides Fontela, Speech, trans. Chris Daniels
will be difficult to say:
the real word
is never easy.
All will be hard:
pitiless light
excessive living too
conscious of being.
All will be
able to wound. Will be
aggressively real.
So real it rends us.
There is no pity in signs
nor even in love: being
is excessively lucid
and word is dense and wounds us.
(All words are cruelty.)
— Orides Fontela, Speech, trans. Chris Daniels
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Suresh Punjabi
Portraits
Museum of Art & Photography (MAP) (Bengaluru)
1970s
Portraits
Museum of Art & Photography (MAP) (Bengaluru)
1970s
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“By falling asleep, I fall inside myself: from my exhaustion, from my boredom, from my exhausted pleasure or from my exhausting pain. I fall inside my own satiety as well as my own vacuity: I myself become the abyss and the plunge, the density of deep water and the descent of the drowned body sinking backward. I fall to where I am no longer separated from the world by a demarcation that still belongs to me all through my waking state and that I myself am, just as I am my skin and all my sense organs. I pass that line of distinction, I slip entire into the innermost and outermost part of myself, erasing the division between these two putative regions.”
— Jean-Luc Nancy, The Fall of Sleep, trans. by Charlotte Mandell
— Jean-Luc Nancy, The Fall of Sleep, trans. by Charlotte Mandell
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Norman McLaren
A Phantasy in Colors
1949
A Phantasy in Colors
1949
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wretched thou art wherever thou art
I sit and work on a line and lean into the pain my mind continues trying to think and all I come up with is a texture without ideas
and to whatever thou turnest —
the body I have is the body I once had but they could not differ more the teacher Agnes says abstract form holds meaning beyond words
I turn the pages of the old book
the way certain feelings come to us with no discernible worldly cause the teacher Buddha says the practitioner agitated by thoughts
I have not held since childhood
makes stronger their bondage to suffering and the sting of becoming during the time illness makes me feel most tied to the material world
— Brian Teare, an excerpt from When we are on the right track we are rewarded with joy
[x]
I sit and work on a line and lean into the pain my mind continues trying to think and all I come up with is a texture without ideas
and to whatever thou turnest —
the body I have is the body I once had but they could not differ more the teacher Agnes says abstract form holds meaning beyond words
I turn the pages of the old book
the way certain feelings come to us with no discernible worldly cause the teacher Buddha says the practitioner agitated by thoughts
I have not held since childhood
makes stronger their bondage to suffering and the sting of becoming during the time illness makes me feel most tied to the material world
— Brian Teare, an excerpt from When we are on the right track we are rewarded with joy
[x]
poets.org
When we are on the right track we are rewarded with joy
wretched thou art
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