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trent. striking a balance between learning and unlearning.

[ouch]

Gao Hang In your face, 2020

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Pasolini on filmmaking from Ivo Varnabo Micheli’s documentary Pier Paolo Pasolini (1995)

[tri-ciclo]

“I had fallen in love. What I mean is: I had begun to recognize, to isolate the signs of one of those from the others, in fact I waited for these signs I had begun to recognize, I sought them, responded to those signs I awaited with other signs I made myself, or rather it was I who aroused them, these signs from her, which I answered with other signs of my own …”

— Italo Calvino, Cosmicomics

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““The job of the poet (a job which can’t be learned) consists of placing those objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives them a tragic force.””

— Cocteau, p.12, “La Mort et les Statues”, Paris, 1977.

[rostii]

Kazuo Shiraga performing ‘Ultramodern Sanbaso’ at the Gutai Art on the Stage Exhibition in 1957, photographed by Kiyoji Ōtsuji

[bug-gin]

[tri-ciclo]

“I had fallen in love. What I mean is: I had begun to recognize, to isolate the signs of one of those from the others, in fact I waited for these signs I had begun to recognize, I sought them, responded to those signs I awaited with other signs I made myself, or rather it was I who aroused them, these signs from her, which I answered with other signs of my own …”

— Italo Calvino, Cosmicomics

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[ololygas]

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Still Life (Harun Farocki, 1997)

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felt an overwhelming impulse to return here if not solely for the comfort of the images that proliferate here

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Graffiti in Cairo, Egypt by Bahia Shehab that reads:

“You can crush the flowers but you cannot delay the spring”

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Mossane (Safi Faye, 1996)

[huthor]

Hood by air ss 17

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The attitude of farewell is reverent. It honors that which is passing, and is at the same time attentive to it. It is humble as long as it does not seek to name the hour of departing; it is a servant to the Mystery and a respectful fellow traveler of the rest. I am not a man of prayer; I am a man of farewells.

T. R. Hummer, from “Emissary: Five Eternities in September,” Available Surfaces: Essays on Poesis (University of Michigan Press, 2012)

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Jan Toorop, The New Generation, 1892

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Dance of Dust (Abolfazl Jalili, 1998)