Thursday, 30 July 2009

Braque Ponge


A sapate is a very important gift hidden in another gift much less modest, one lemon for example and there is inside a big diamond.

Wednesday, 29 July 2009

Ovid Tristia Ex Ponto [Ex Mr. Wells]

Go! but go unadorned, as becomes the book of an exile; in your misfortune bear the garb that befits these days of mine. You shall have no cover dyed with the juice of purple berries - no fit colour is that for mourning; your title shall not be tinged with vermillion nor your paper with oil of cedar; you shall wear no white bosses on your dark edges. Books of good omen should be decked with such things as these; 'tis my fate that you should bear in mind. Let no brittle pumice polish your two edges; I would have you appear with locks all rough and disordered. Be not ashamed of blots; he who sees them will feel that they were caused by my tears.

crystal world?

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

foundation stories
























When the founding bishop Vosy climbed the hill, he found that it was snow-covered in July; in the snowfall the tracks of a deer round the dolmen outlined the foundations of the future church.
Le Puy-en-Velay

images: The Miracle of the Snow, Foundation of Santa Maria Maggoire, Roma

satyr


Monday, 27 July 2009

The Nature of the Physical World


















I am standing on the threshold about to enter a room. It is a complicated business. In the first place I must shove against an atmosphere pressing with a force of fourteen pounds on every square inch of my body. I must make sure of landing on a plank travelling at twenty miles a second around the sun - a fraction of a second too early or too late, the plank would be miles away. I must do this whilst hanging from a round planet head outward into space, and with a wind of aether blowing at noone knows how many miles a second through every interstice of my body. The plank has no solidity of substance. To step on it is like stepping on a swarm of flies. Shall I not slip through?

Arthur Stanley Eddington
via Mr. S. Wells

Wednesday, 22 July 2009

My peace is there in the receding mist
when I may cease from treading these long
shifting thresholds
and live the space of a door
that opens and shuts

TO AND FRO

TO AND FRO in shadow from inner to outer shadow
from impenetrable self to impenetrable nonself by way of neither
as between two lit refuges whose doors once neared gently close,
once turned away from gently part again
beckoned back and forth and turned away
heedless of the way, intent on the one gleam or the other
unheard footfalls only sound
till at last halt for good, absent for good from self and other
then no sound
then gently light unfading on that unheeded neither
unspeakable home

Good Times, Bad Times

1973 July 3 - David Bowie 'retires' his stage persona Ziggy Stardust in front of a shocked audience at the Hammersmith Odeon at the end of his British tour.

pathos: order, series, uchronia



a medieval mirror

Tuesday, 14 July 2009

The Nayland Rock shelter

"I have done a rough draft of part III, but do not know whether it will do, and must wait for Vivien's opinion as to whether it is printable. I have done this while sitting in a shelter on the front - as I am out all day except when taking rest. I have written only some fifty lines, and have read nothing, literally - I sketch the people, after a fashion, and practice scales on the mandoline."












On Margate Sands.
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
My people humble people who expect
Nothing.'
La la

To Carthage then I came

Monday, 13 July 2009

june 30th 1891


He was discovered with the focussing cloth of the camera in his hands, which he begged for a mourning garment.

aitu fafine

December 13th 1890

I took the round top of a small meat cask and painted upon it a hideous head with great eyes and a wide, open mouth displaying a double row of pointed teeth. Instead of hair, flames radiate out from the head. These flames, the iris of the eyes, and the pointed teeth I have painted in luminous paint. It almost frightens me. The aitu fafine, I may add, has red hair that rises from her head very high, and a beautiful figure.

Sunday, 12 July 2009

our samoan adventure


Louis gave orders to have the pavilion of the bandstand closed in with boards, so that he could use it to work in.