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Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair That rose in strangled ebony curls Moving in a yellow bedroom light The air is wet with sound The [more]
the force of your gravity it defines my tendency velocity’s equal to throwing myself with you we have potential energy motion between you and me i’ll be your sounding board just throw yourself toward this energy that sings between bounce off of me elasticity elastic kinetic electric connection [more]
https://vimeo.com/58614208 The great obsession of the nineteenth century was, as we know, history: with its themes of development and of suspension, of crisis, and cycle, themes of the ever-accumulating past, with its great preponderance of dead men and the menacing glaciation of the world. The nineteenth century found its essential mythological resources [more]
`Our words no longer correspond to the world. (…) Every time we try to speak of what we see, we speak falsely, distorting the very thing we are trying to represent. (…) Consider a word that refers to a thing -`umbrella’ for example. When I saynthe word `umbrella’, you see [more]
Night is this apparition: everything has disappeared. It is what we sense when dreams replace sleep, the dead pass into the deep of the night, when night’s deep appeares in those who have disappeared. Maurice Blanchot „The Outside”
„Es wäre so schön, wenn man jemand anderes und trotzdem man selbst sein könnte.“
Buongiorno (good morning) Mr. Taylor! thanks for your kind words of appreciation. My english is not as good as yours… it’s rather pidgin (as spoken in Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea), but I’m ready to discuss with you about books and/or other topics by using all the idiomatic [more]
Trapped in a prism, in a prism of light Alone in the darkness, darkness of white We fell in love, alone on a stage In the reflective age (Arcade Fire) http://vimeo.com/74355104
Man muß sich beeilen, wenn man etwas sehen will, alles verschwindet… Paul Cézanne PHOTOS BY DANIEL MAYER If you want to see something, you have to hurry. Everything disappears. Paul Cézanne PHOTOS BY DANIEL MAYER