Phenakistoscope by Belgian physicist Joseph Plateau, 1887; art printed or painted on a spinning plate and seen in a slit.
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Phenakistoscope by Belgian physicist Joseph Plateau, 1887; art printed or painted on a spinning plate and seen in a slit.
Words are a game.
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“I am a dreamer of words, of written words. I think I am reading; a word stops me. I leave the page. The syllables of the word begin to move around. Stressed accents begin to invert. The word abandons its meaning like an overload which is too heavy and prevents dreaming. Then words take on other meanings as if they had the right to be young. And the words wander away, looking in the nooks and crannies of vocabulary for new company, bad company.”
― Gaston Bachelard
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“We have in fact only two certainties in this world — that we are not everything and that we will die. To be conscious of not being everything, as one is of being mortal, is nothing. But if we are without a narcotic, an unbreathable void reveals itself. I wanted to be everything, so that falling into this void, I might summon my courage and say to myself: “I am ashamed of having wanted to be everything, for I see now that it was to sleep.” From that moment begins a singular experience. The mind moves in a strange world where anguish and ecstasy coexist.”
— Georges Bataille, Inner Experience
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