Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Linkings




Pieter Paaw, your dogs look so sickly. I want to feed one.

Made your first phone call at age 17.

Rhythm……………………….Process smoothness
Phrase…………………………Impulse smoothness
Speed: fast to slow……………Energy release to energy conservation
Volume: loud to soft………….Expression to inhibition
Upward pitch motion…………Demand
Downward pitch motion……...Acceptance
Fixed pitch……………………Rejection
Wave pitch……………………Openness or flexibility
Major…………………………Adequacy
Minor…………………………Inadequacy

Dripped

‘She was wearing a pair of jeans. She pulled them down slowly, floated them down her hips like statues coming down a river on rafts. Why would anyone want to do something like that? Elaine stopped her jeans right in the middle of her vagina. It looked strange to me. I didn’t know what to think about it.’

Like the bees Isaac Babel writes about in Red Cavalry.

Folding

“One characteristic of cognitive activity, whether at the level of instrumental activity or in the playful realms of chess, is that I have associated with it some rather unique affective states. The sense of tension that occurs when we cannot “place” somebody, the frustration we have been able to induce in subjects serving tachistoscopic experiments when exposure levels were too low, the malaise of the trained mind with a seemingly causeless effect—all of these are as characteristic of frustrated cognitive activity as desire is of blocked sexual activity.”

“The idols of the tribe, the cave, the market place, and the theater: that is, the illusions that man suffers from because he is a human being, because he is a unique cultural product, because he uses unanalyzed language, and because he has been intellectually amused and deceived by all preceding philosophies.”



Wish I could sew a mood-ring into my left armpit.
Wish I could sew Agate onto the jawline.

joanofarc1

Chew on Foxglove if you fell from a high place. If your head’s full of scabs.
Bloodroot’s just a dye for the body. Tetterwort. Coon Root. Snakebite. Sweet slumber.

When you were younger you put Spurges on a little girl’s eyelids, she went blind for four hours and vomited in her brother’s boots.

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Those Huguenots. The Blood Court of Amboise 1560.


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1 comment:

sarah said...

i don't get it but you fascinate me