Showing posts with label ernst. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ernst. Show all posts
Monday, 4 August 2014
Friday, 2 August 2013
Thoracic Drop
The spinal landscape, revealed at the level of T-12, is that of Teneriffe, and of the native of the Canaries, Oscar Dominguez, who created the technique of decalcomania and so exposed the first spinal landscape. The clinker-like rock-towers, suspended above the silent swamp, create an impression of profound anguish.
Labels:
assassination weapon,
ballard,
decalcomania,
dominguez,
ernst,
fear,
landscape,
rock,
tower
But isn't Kennedy already dead?
Captain Webster studied the documents laid out on Dr. Lancaster's demonstration table. These were:
(1) a spectroheliogram of the sun;
(2) tarmac and takeoff checks for the B29 Superfortress Enola Gay;
(3) electroencephalogram of Albert Einstein;
(4) transverse section through a Pre-Cambrian Trilobite;
(5) photograph taken at noon, August 6, 1945, of the sand-sea, Qattara Depression, Libya;
(6) Max Ernst's "Garden Airplane Traps".
(1) a spectroheliogram of the sun;
(2) tarmac and takeoff checks for the B29 Superfortress Enola Gay;
(3) electroencephalogram of Albert Einstein;
(4) transverse section through a Pre-Cambrian Trilobite;
(5) photograph taken at noon, August 6, 1945, of the sand-sea, Qattara Depression, Libya;
(6) Max Ernst's "Garden Airplane Traps".
Friday, 23 November 2012
fountain
ernst /// ca me fait pisser /// via foster/// armor fou
The greater portion, forming in solid columns, like an army obeying a definite order, will proceed to climb the vertical walls of the hive. The cupola reached, the first to arrive will cling with the claws of their anterior legs, those that follow hang on to the first, and so in succession, until long chains have been formed that serve as a bridge to the crowd that rises and rises. And, by slow degrees, these chains, as their number increases, supporting each other and incessantly interweaving, become garlands which, in their turn, the uninterrupted and constant ascension transforms into a thick, triangular curtain, or rather a kind of compact and inverted cone, whose apex attains the summit of the cupola, while its widening base descends to a half, or two-thirds, of the entire height of the hive. And then, the last bee that an inward voice has impelled to form part of this group having added itself to the curtain suspended in darkness, the ascension ceases; all movement slowly dies away in the dome; and, for long hours, this strange inverted cone will wait, in a silence that almost seems awful, in a stillness one might regard as religious, for the mystery of wax to appear.
The foundation of the city // maeterlinck
Sunday, 1 March 2009
Eclipse
Labels:
apophenia,
eclipse,
ernst,
felt,
Giacometti's Cube,
journal,
observatory,
weather
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