Paris 2006
The entire telos becoming less than clear, the question of the body starts begging ugly questions, such as: who I am in this space, what do I feel, what I am for?
In fact, the answer here is simple, the simple product of a drive that will not quit, that demands attention, affirmation, intention and elation - in short order and rapid succession.
In Paris, the image of an authentic avant-garde, neither burned nor silenced.
In the saddest landscape in the world, Julie - whose skin was beautiful and dark, and who was in any case too young. He met her on the train, and at that moment realized he was improving his command of this particular vocabularly.
his dream:
he is impotent, and worthless, she loves him anyway.
her dream:
she castrates him, and then afterwards they hold hands, licking snow cones, and feed him together to the birds in pieces.
In a weaker, or else stronger moment, they would have screwed each other in different cities until they had both starved to death.
Beckett had Joyce, and I have a master of my own to kill.
The fact is, at some point in time I decided to open my veins, and, amongst others, this was the result - I still do not know whether or not this decision was a good one.
Faye Dunaway, when Bonnie and Clyde came out, said: "You know, I just tried to give people what they wanted."
"Honey don't do that. You'll use up everthing you got trying to give people what they want."
We are recording here tonite.
In fact, the answer here is simple, the simple product of a drive that will not quit, that demands attention, affirmation, intention and elation - in short order and rapid succession.
In Paris, the image of an authentic avant-garde, neither burned nor silenced.
In the saddest landscape in the world, Julie - whose skin was beautiful and dark, and who was in any case too young. He met her on the train, and at that moment realized he was improving his command of this particular vocabularly.
his dream:
he is impotent, and worthless, she loves him anyway.
her dream:
she castrates him, and then afterwards they hold hands, licking snow cones, and feed him together to the birds in pieces.
In a weaker, or else stronger moment, they would have screwed each other in different cities until they had both starved to death.
Beckett had Joyce, and I have a master of my own to kill.
The fact is, at some point in time I decided to open my veins, and, amongst others, this was the result - I still do not know whether or not this decision was a good one.
Faye Dunaway, when Bonnie and Clyde came out, said: "You know, I just tried to give people what they wanted."
"Honey don't do that. You'll use up everthing you got trying to give people what they want."
We are recording here tonite.
1 Comments:
Seeing no other comments I thougth I'd oughta say anything. I'm not much for theory (Theory), too much fascism in my blood maybe, but I'm glad to have found this blog. Any blog that throws around 'telos' like that get bookmarked.
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