Thursday, May 7, 2009

Images Of Hair Remove From Pusy

maybe it was the end of the City

Beyond the gate, he again became lucid and sought his way slowly through the streets he knew more. The plan he had drawn in the morning was in her mind, but the city had changed the houses, built one upon another, made even more disparate by the dark, hardly opened lanes along which slid passersby. It seemed that by entering these streets were entering the houses during the mingled with the public squares, bridges went from one building to another and ran on top of buildings such as balconies interminable be found a bit of freedom is we were locked in a garden and it was necessary to discover a new way out, climbing stairs and dig through constructs which we knew if they ever lead outside. After wandering without hope, Akim reached a wide promenade lined with tall trees alone. Maybe it was the end of the city, maybe it was the beginning of a new life (...)
Maurice Blanchot, "The Idyll," The eternal rehashing
The story that reveals the possibilities of life does not necessarily call, but he calls a moment of rage, without which the author is blind to these possibilities excessive.
George Bataille's Foreword Blue Sky


The way to live abroad in the city - how to make the very possibility of a foreign city, that is to say, Perhaps, each time in search of the city
which robs us. These two texts, read these days (reread for Battle - but it's always a first time that strips the look definitely, definitely each reading), and the articulation of the two, the stranger in the city, strength that his account of excess calls through two levers decisive formulation of the city. To talk about tomorrow *: These two stories needed - it will also, and obviously
The Night Just Before the Forests
;
Les Illuminations; Godard Baudelaire
Ecuador
Michaux. The invention of the city face - his office
fantastic (which makes it possible), its exposure

political (the space hierarchy as sensitive), its street corners
organizing spatially speaking: if unconscious is structured like a language, maybe this structure is it that of our cities.
Tomorrow at
Reid Hall, at the invitation of Veronica Lane and company Mahigan Lepage, so talk of the town and abroad that the people, one who written and recorded via the blog and photographs ; of his writing as an incentive to invent all sorts of shapes.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Average Cost Drink Princess Cruise

critical paranoia



Stay a few minutes before the wall is primarily a face that fate, tens same, always different in their masks, grimacing smiles: Faces of itself, faces of strangers more accurate than self. Then, whole bodies, walking, moving away, leaving traces of their steps - return to retrieve them. Then, a little longer after, before that wall still, what we see, the cities are huge, as seen from above or from the deepest of its streets, its ramifications that connect all random somewhere secret the world's best kept but there is perceived, which decodes the moment. And then, stay still, do not take their eyes off of the wall is beyond the figurative lines streaked by others who eventually compose the perfect image of the lines of our skulls, paths that disappear well beyond the flat surface of the wall itself (and then subsequently further than itself): what we see, after this time are the most distant depths of a broken wall in endless layers of a world full of lines under the eyes. Read this wall is no different, perhaps, to read .

Monday, May 4, 2009

What's The Best Paint To Use For A Skateboard

thud


Sunday, May 3, 2009

Vidieo Haw To Shave Men's Pinis

General Delivery




BM Koltes from a photo of L. Monier
Managua, August 25, 1978
(...) If this impression with permanent dream in which I travel (Mexico-mango in a storm of doom, and the cinema next to my pension Title: El fin del Mundo
con Christopher Lee, which has not been without waking up with strange emotions in me), I do not finished by birth and a Baroque work, fantastic is that I am good for me and insurance agent to get married, finally - and settle in Caen or Mezieres. (...)
WB. Koltes,
Letters, p. 342

My notes on the publication of Letters

, Bernard-Marie Koltes (Minuit, 2009)