Želatina na želatini.
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May 19, 2013
April 1, 2013
"In a way, her memory is a theory about how the hanged woman looked to
her in the orchard, which she has to respect, in the sense that the
landscape’s immanence is an organically developing failure of its
language to speak its content. The connection between word and idea
corresponding to the landscape is retained, but the connection between
the word and the landscape is lost, so the shadow of a hill stays dark
during lightning. How she sees the lightning is a time lapse into the
planar dimension, a hierarchy of grammar or deference by way of the word
belonging to her such as lady suicide or woman suicide, because the
woman doesn’t die in her own absence or in effigy, so that no existing
philosophy and no philosopher will know soon, enough points with enough
speed to handle the richness of her reconstruction of her or him for
long. He starts to see patterns in the words and the patterns are pretty
to him and distract him. It is well known that lightning is attracted
to body heat, a person on horseback or a large saguaro, the way a racket
of birds in the morning is a kind of empathy for two people. If we
retain the belief that her image of him or her, let’s say him, is a
pre-requisite for gaining consciousness of the unknown person, we
suppose there is no direct channel of communication to the unknown
person, with the result that facts about him or her must exit into the
world, before a life can be perceived between the light and dark of
function or the object, and desire or the image..."
- Mei-Mei Bersenbrugge
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