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Agnès Geoffray | Les Messagers II le passé m'a trompé, le présente me tourmente, l'avenir m'épouvante
Miniature manuscript, framed, based on prisoners and resistants writings, 2014
Bruce Burger, Esoteric Anatomy: The Body as Consciousness
something happens, in the bible, when you get too close to death but re-turn anyway. this 'something' has a phrase: לֹ֣א נָכַר. it translates to "can't be recognized," "was not registered," something like that, but why translate it at all? keep it semiotic. keep it leaky, risky, muddy. in the bible, when god tells you to die but then lets you live anyway, you come back and are not recognizable. job is brought to the brink of death, and his friends לֹ֣א נָכַר him. jacob, about to lose his blessings, becomes לֹ֣א נָכַר to his father. joseph, mock-killed by his brothers, is too לֹ֣א נָכַר. moses comes down from spending 40 days with god. becomes לֹ֣א נָכַר. you can't translate what these men looked like after they didn't-die. their didn't-dying is above register; it, in and of itself, cannot be recognized. sometimes god tries to kill you and you live. and you'll only know it once you see it
Mark Rothko, White Center (Yellow, Pink and Lavender on Rose), 1950, Oil on canvas, 205.8 cm × 141 cm (81.0 in × 56 in)
© Kate Rothko Prizel and Christopher Rothko_DACS 2018
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Jeremy Radin, from "Lazar Wolf the Butcher" (poem written during staging of Fiddler on the Roof at Paper Mill Playhouse, shared on his IG page) [ID'd]
A pair of polar bears (Ursus maritimus) in Manitoba, Canada.
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