Wednesday, September 16, 2009
“We live in a world ruled by fictions of every kind—mass merchandising, advertising, politics conducted as a branch of advertising, the instant translation of science and technology into popular imagery, the increasing blurring and intermingling of identities within the realm of consumer goods, the preempting of any free or original imaginative response to experience by the television screen. We live inside an enormous novel. For the writer in particular it is less and less necessary for him to invent the fictional content of his novel. The fiction is already there. The writer’s task is to invent the reality.”
- J.G. Ballard in the introduction to the french edition of Crash
- J.G. Ballard in the introduction to the french edition of Crash
And then he danced with this girl. He’d never seen her before and he never saw her again. But her name was Petulia, Pet for short, and she was all right, nice hair, a good mover. And she kept staring right into his eyes. Staring and staring, as though she were hypnotized. He asked her why. “Kiss me,” said the girl. So he kissed her, and she went limp in his arms. “Oooh,” said the girl, sighing, almost swooning, “I just kissed Al Pacino.” - do something like this with the landscape - invent if have to. like someone wilfully ignoring a huge advertising hoarding
In the winter of 1974, unbound and mimeographed samizdat copies of The Gulag Archipelago began being surreptitiously passed between Soviet citizens. These initial readers were normally given 24 hours to finish the work before passing it on to the next person, requiring the reader to spend an uninterrupted day and night to get through the work. Years later, this initial generation of Soviet readers could still recall who had given them their copy, to whom they had passed it on, and who they had trusted enough to discuss their thoughts about the book
I convinced a mechanic to let me live in an Audi that was waiting to get fixed. I’d drive it around for a while, then it would break down and have to be fixed again, which meant I got to keep it for a little while longer. It was kind of an everybody-wins situation, except for the poor lady who was waiting for her Audi.
“I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is. But I must discipline myself. I must be imaginative and create plots, knit motives, probe dialogue – rather than merely trying to record descriptions and sensations. The latter is pointless, without purpose, unless it is later to be synthesized into a story. The latter is also a rather pronounced symptom of an oversensitive and unproductive ego.”
- The Journals of Sylvia Plath
- The Journals of Sylvia Plath
We could not lightly draw water after dark, for there were snakes swimming in the pools or clustering in knots around their brinks. Twice puff-adders came twisting into the alert ring of our debating coffee-circle. Three of our men died of bites; four recovered after great fear and pain, and a swelling of the poisoned limb. Howeitat treatment was to bind up the part with snake-skin plaster and read chapters of the Koran to the sufferer until he died.
photostitch
parts of reconstructed faces
old building photos with new ones
different exposures and colour schemes
parts of my face badly
parts of my face with different expressions
animate and inanimate objects
things and their opposites
one thing people like and one thing they hate
game boards out of parts of photos
dirt made of little curlicues
straight lines on the photo
the things you see when youwake up - in limited b&w
take pictures of people naked and get them to draw what costume they would like to wear
a guy who takes his wife around the world testing the effects of geography and diet on the taste of her vagina
parts of reconstructed faces
old building photos with new ones
different exposures and colour schemes
parts of my face badly
parts of my face with different expressions
animate and inanimate objects
things and their opposites
one thing people like and one thing they hate
game boards out of parts of photos
dirt made of little curlicues
straight lines on the photo
the things you see when youwake up - in limited b&w
take pictures of people naked and get them to draw what costume they would like to wear
a guy who takes his wife around the world testing the effects of geography and diet on the taste of her vagina
our conception of science as objective is not conducive to invention as people assumes everything has been worked out - the idea that science is a creative enterprise diminishes science's objectivity so inventors are seen as geniuses rather than poets
- but then, poets too are seen as geniuses. goddam romantics. both should be seen as sportsmen
- but then, poets too are seen as geniuses. goddam romantics. both should be seen as sportsmen
respect for people with knowledge: medicine is arguable if you know enough, it is based on judgment more than we think. physics, though, involves visualisation in completely different ways eg spacetime. harder to argue against. but maybe that's not a problem? need visualisation experts to work out equations inside out?
dream: had a big but not unwieldy sword, was slitting throats and beheading on behalf of a beleaguered group - jews, maybe - who were imprisoned in a church to be burnt. Killed lots of seeming conquistadors and then at threat of disease everyone went back inside the church: went onto a balcony and a bunch of caribbeans in 50s clothing were there to offer their help
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