“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
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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]
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When we are on the right track we are rewarded with joy
wretched thou art
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Ingeborg Bachmann, No Delicacies, trans. Margitt Lehbert, from Poetry (October 1998)
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“Although I'm only an amateur artist, I've enjoyed making pencil sketches all my life. I've dabbled in most of the media available before computers, and now with that, too. A few years ago I made these renderings of two of the fuzzy critters here, Pica, a chocolate-point Siamese, and Nago (her son), a seal-point. They were done with a medium lead pencil on bristol board. I've finally found some of my other drawings of the cats (hooray!), these drawn on high quality vellum, which I was trying out at the time. Below are two of them, pencil sketches of Pica ("Peek") curled against Subi, and one of Subi asleep alone. When I was recovering from the broken hip I got in our freak auto accident in 1982, our friend Carol Donner suggested I try drawing to occupy me when I could only sit or recline. Good ways to get the brain going again, too, and I thank her for her empathetic "therapy"”
— Wendy Carlos’s drawings from her personal website [x]
— Wendy Carlos’s drawings from her personal website [x]
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