26.8.10
19.7.10
Lord Byron
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
18.5.10
2.5.10
21.4.10
Matining Codex
This is how the Codex was showed last week. Its the second version, but will likely not be the last.
12.4.10
11.4.10
Forgetting the wall. (thanks Hsiao Ling Brown)
Georges Perecs:
"I put a picture up on the wall. Then I forget there is a wall. I no longer know what there is behind the wall. I no longer know there is a wall, I no longer know that this wall is a wall. I no longer know that in my apartment there are walls and that if there weren’t any walls, there would be no apartment. The wall is no longer what delimits and defines the place where I live, and that which separates it from the other places where other people live, it is nothing more than a support for the picture. But I also forget the picture, I no longer look at it, I no longer know how to look at it. I have put up the picture on the wall so as to forget there was a wall, but in forgetting the wall, I forget the picture, too."
"I put a picture up on the wall. Then I forget there is a wall. I no longer know what there is behind the wall. I no longer know there is a wall, I no longer know that this wall is a wall. I no longer know that in my apartment there are walls and that if there weren’t any walls, there would be no apartment. The wall is no longer what delimits and defines the place where I live, and that which separates it from the other places where other people live, it is nothing more than a support for the picture. But I also forget the picture, I no longer look at it, I no longer know how to look at it. I have put up the picture on the wall so as to forget there was a wall, but in forgetting the wall, I forget the picture, too."
8.4.10
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