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"The mode of recollection usurps the reality of the recalled. Under the tyranny of the eye, that..."

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 10:35:08 +1000

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The mode of recollection usurps the reality of the recalled.

Under the tyranny of the eye, that glutton for frontiers, this is the prime alienation of the cinema; always inherent in the theatre, yet obscured there because of different performances and productions of the same text. But the final cut allows no choice, no more than the one angle; no creative response, no walking round, no time for one’s own thought. In the very act of creating its own past, the past of the scenario and the past of the shooting, it destroys the past of the mind of each spectator.

Images are inherently fascistic because they overstamp the truth, however dim and blurred, of the real past experience; as if, faced with ruins, we must turn architects, not archaeologists. The word is the most imprecise of signs. Only a science-obsessed age could fail to comprehend that this is its great virtue, not its defect. What I was trying to tell Jenny in Hollywood was that I would murder my past if I tried to evoke it on camera; and it is precisely because I can’t really evoke it in words, can only hope to awaken some analogous experience in other memories and sensitivities, that it must be written.

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- Daniel Martin, by John Fowles

natgeofound: A group of scarabs from the Scarabaeid family,...

Fri, 17 May 2013 13:16:29 +1000

natgeofound:

A group of scarabs from the Scarabaeid family, July 1929.
Photograph by Edwin L. Wisherd, National Geographic

Ugh no.

Sun, 12 May 2013 00:55:19 +1000

Ugh no.

"For in the last few days he had quite changed his feelings about Clarice. Or rather, he had regained..."

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 12:53:23 +1000

“For in the last few days he had quite changed his feelings about Clarice. Or rather, he had regained his feelings for her, regained them and others with them that he had not had before. In the past she had been — what? A bedfellow, of course, but what besides? A knife-sharpener, a razor-strop, something to whet his edge on. She had confirmed him in his self-hood, it came to a fine point when she was there. She put his experience into focus; with her, whether in company or alone, he could feel and act with the maximum of self-approval. This often meant doing and saying what she didn’t like, for it was in apartness that he felt at his best. Not expansion but contraction of personality was what he sought: and to achieve it he had to be at odds with the world, and her. But there were limitations to his quarrelsomeness; and sometimes when he knew she expected him to be edgy he would be mild as milk, leaving her looking foolish, defences out and weapons drawn when no one was attacking. ‘Why, what’s the trouble?’ he would ask her, innocently, and be amused by the way she hurriedly re-organized her demeanour to meet the change in his. He liked to keep her guessing, and he liked it when she tried to turn the tables on him, as she sometimes did, when near to tears. A stable relationship was irksome to him; with each encounter, he wanted to begin the whole thing over again - to end in love-making if he felt like it, or if he felt like it, a scene. He would have said, had anyone dared to ask him, and had he deigned to reply, that she preferred it that way; she liked a man to be a man and wear the pants. And he was right, up to a point; but the point came sooner than either of them had foreseen.”

- The Hireling, L. P. Hartley

A young Peruvian girl rests with her baby alpaca named Carmelo...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 16:51:13 +1000

A young Peruvian girl rests with her baby alpaca named Carmelo near Colca Canyon, Peru on May 6, 2009.

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Mon, 22 Apr 2013 16:50:30 +1000

natgeofound: Victoria amazonica water lilies can reach 20 feet...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 05:35:10 +1000

natgeofound:

Victoria amazonica water lilies can reach 20 feet in circumference and support up to 300 pounds each. Perching children atop the massive leaves was all the rage in water gardens of the time. Salem, North Carolina, c. 1892.
Photograph by Frank Hege, National Geographic

I am a body. I eat chocolate.

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 00:29:00 +1000

This week, I am in the mood for simple materialism. Any wrinkle in wellbeing or thought I attempt to smooth physically, reducing all queries to ones of either “too much” or “not enough”. Do I feel this way because I’ve had too much caffeine? Am I reacting this way because I have not had enough sleep?

For now, life is easier viewed as a matter of correctly balancing an equation. Output equals input, and all problems are solvable by the application of protein or iron or sleep.

Ah, winter. The season of doing as much as possible from bed.

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 23:50:53 +1100

Ah, winter. The season of doing as much as possible from bed.

songz: HAPPY 100 YEARS NOISE! The manifesto “The art of noises”...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 06:17:55 +1100

songz:

HAPPY 100 YEARS NOISE!

The manifesto “The art of noises” (L’arte dei Rumori) by Luigi Russolo !!!
11 march 1913.
100 years today.

"To convince ourselves of the amazing variety of noises, it is enough to think of the rumble of..."

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 06:14:44 +1100

“To convince ourselves of the amazing variety of noises, it is enough to think of the rumble of thunder, the whistle of the wind, the roar of a waterfall, the gurgling of a brook, the rustling of leaves, the clatter of a trotting horse as it draws into the distance, the lurching jolts of a cart on pavings, and of the generous, solemn white breathing of a nocturnal city; of all the noises made by wild and domestic animals, and of all those that can be made by the mouth of a man without resorting to speaking or singing.”

- Luigi Russolo, The Art of Noises (1913)

Because I am now an adult, I am allowed to make irresponsible decisions such as painting my nails...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 12:24:28 +1100

Because I am now an adult, I am allowed to make irresponsible decisions such as painting my nails for the first time in several years, minutes before I am meant to leave the house for an appointment.

Because I am now an adult, I am running round the backyard, flailing my fingers at the sun to encourage this shoddy workmanship to dry so I can put some pants on.

natgeofound: A girl wears a novelty braided Texas straw hat,...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 00:44:04 +1100

natgeofound:

A girl wears a novelty braided Texas straw hat, October 1939.
Photograph by Luis Marden, National Geographic

Wipe Your Feet: Very Short Story

Sat, 23 Mar 2013 17:38:36 +1100

Wipe Your Feet: Very Short Story:

tesslynch:

Reggie was in the grocery store when he saw a woman in cut-off jean shorts that did not conceal her lumpy bottom. He took a photo on his phone and posted it on Facebook. He wrote a caption that said, “Skankaaaay!”

The next day, Reggie was back at the grocery store because he drank all of his milk…

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Wed, 20 Mar 2013 09:52:35 +1100

Why do programmers hate us?

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 06:06:51 +1100

There are two programs I am beginning to use on a regular basis, and the shortcut for Zoom in one of them is the shortcut for Delete in the other.

One of the benefits of the rigorously monitored diet I’ve adopted these days is surety: I pay...

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 08:29:29 +1100

One of the benefits of the rigorously monitored diet I’ve adopted these days is surety: I pay attention to what I eat and in return am awarded with the absence of side effects, or at least the absence of unexpected effects. I don’t wholly avoid substances that are purportedly bad for me. Far from it. But I have an idea of what certain substances will do to me (coffee does x, alcohol does y, etc) and make a conscious decision to ingest.

This does place eating unmonitored foods, in some bizarre way, on a similar level to ingesting mind- or body-altering substances. Wait. Scratch that. All that we consume is mind- and/or body-altering. And there is no distinction between mind and body. Mind is body.

The point is: this weekend I ate things without subjecting them to the usual checks, and was rewarded with sickness. Physical symptoms I can deal with; being blindsided by your sudden appearance in my dream I cannot.

jartyru: Cycle-Skating - The New Sport of 1923 (x)

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 10:43:48 +1100

jartyru:

Cycle-Skating - The New Sport of 1923 (x)

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Sat, 16 Mar 2013 23:42:49 +1100

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Sat, 16 Mar 2013 23:39:13 +1100

RAE STREET

"The mode of recollection usurps the reality of the recalled. Under the tyranny of the eye, that..."

natgeofound: A group of scarabs from the Scarabaeid family,...

Ugh no.

"For in the last few days he had quite changed his feelings about Clarice. Or rather, he had regained..."

A young Peruvian girl rests with her baby alpaca named Carmelo...

Photo

natgeofound: Victoria amazonica water lilies can reach 20 feet...

I am a body. I eat chocolate.

Ah, winter. The season of doing as much as possible from bed.

songz: HAPPY 100 YEARS NOISE! The manifesto “The art of noises”...

The manifesto “The art of noises” (L’arte dei Rumori) by Luigi Russolo !!!11 march 1913.100 years today.

"To convince ourselves of the amazing variety of noises, it is enough to think of the rumble of..."

Because I am now an adult, I am allowed to make irresponsible decisions such as painting my nails...

natgeofound: A girl wears a novelty braided Texas straw hat,...

Wipe Your Feet: Very Short Story

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Why do programmers hate us?

One of the benefits of the rigorously monitored diet I’ve adopted these days is surety: I pay...

jartyru: Cycle-Skating - The New Sport of 1923 (x)

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The manifesto “The art of noises” (L’arte dei Rumori) by Luigi Russolo !!!
11 march 1913.
100 years today.