March 2012
93 posts
a Weltanschauung of radical openness and chocolate sponge pudding
“For the theater as for culture, it remains a question of naming and directing shadows: and the theater, not confined to a fixed language and form, not only destroys false shadows but prepares the way for a new generation of shadows around which assembles the true spectacle of life. To break through language in order to touch life is to create or recreate the theater; the essential thing is not believe that this act must remain sacred, i.e. set apart — the essential thing is to believe that not just anyone can create it, and that there must be preparation. This leads to the rejection of the usual limitations of man and man’s powers, and infinitely extends to the frontiers of what is called reality. We must believe in a sense of life renewed by the theater, a sense of life in which man makes himself master of what does not yet exist, and brings it into being. And everything that has not been born can still be brought to life if we are not satisfied to remain mere recording organisms. Furthermore, when we speak of the word “life,” it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach. And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.”
—from antonin artaud’s the theatre and its double
“Cinema ought to stop ‘being cinematic’, stop playacting, and set up specific relationships with video, with electronic and digital images, in order to develop a new form of resistance and combat the televisual function of surveillance and control. It’s not a question of short-circuiting television — how could that be possible? — but of preventing television subverting or short-circuiting the extension of cinema into the new types of image.”
—Gilles Deleuze, Letter to Serge Daney
reading nietzsche’s genealogy on a train thru foggy moors, giggling softly
What vinyl is that? (in the things jamie stewart gave to you post)
it has a fortune teller inside with about 20 questions to answer by putting the needle randomly on the record like is the jungle a good place to leave my senses?, will i get away with this threatening graffiti?, is the devil looking at us? etc etc ☺
LITANIES TO MY HEAVENLY BROWN BODY (cont'd):
BLESSED ARE THE SISSIES
BLESSED ARE THE BOI DYKES
BLESSED ARE THE PEOPLE OF COLOR MY BELOVED KITH AND KIN
BLESSED ARE THE TRANS
BLESSED ARE THE HIGH FEMMES
BLESSED ARE THE SEX WORKERS
BLESSED ARE THE AUTHENTIC
BLESSED ARE THE DIS-IDENTIFIERS
BLESSED ARE THE GENDER ILLUSIONISTS
BLESSED ARE THE NON-NORMATIVE
BLESSED ARE THE GENDERQUEERS
BLESSED ARE THE KINKSTERS
BLESSED ARE THE DISABLED
BLESSED ARE THE HOT FAT GIRLS
BLESSED ARE THE WEIRDO-QUEERS
BLESSED IS THE SPECTRUM
BLESSED IS CONSENT
BLESSED IS RESPECT
BLESSED ARE THE BELOVED WHO I DIDN’T DESCRIBE, I COULDN’T DESCRIBE, WILL LEARN TO DESCRIBE AND RESPECT AND LOVE
AMEN
a respectful and bemused R.I.P. to Mark Aguhar
jamie stewart invited you to chat in (2) day(s)
accept | ignore | squeal
