something i read this evening that resonated with me. From Creem magazine curated by Erik Madigan Heck
From tape recorded stream of consciousness made one eveningin 1961 by Klein in his apartment in Paris. The recording begins with a short excerpt from the “monotone Symphany” then Klein begins to speak.
But in the process of creating something, by oneself… the main thing is to know in sum the truth does not exist. Only honesty exists. Honesty is always in bad taste since, after all, honesty is so human; it is only… a collection of laws, of learned ways of seeing, etc. etc. But honesty does sometimes go beyond a human framework; then it becomes, even in humans, something greater. It becomes life, life itself, a power, that strange life force that beongs neither to you, nor me, nor anyone. Life, it is life.
All that I said there, all I just said is trying to bring myself closer to what I wish to do this evening, but which I have not yet accomplished. All that I have said is feeble; it’s a farce. I’m blathering on to myself. No, it is quite difficult to hear oneself dream, to dream while awake. It is quite difficult to pronounce thought. I attempt this experiment, deep down, because I wish to avoid writing. Writing, curiously, is rather precise, deep down; it makes one think better, dream better, and put marks on paper, inscribe, write. But in speech one hears, one articulates, one pronounces. It’s quite curious. I don’t understand very well what is happening yet.
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