In our unconscious use of arts we have to go outside ourselves to get back inside.
Mourning, Melancholia & Depression p87 - DARIAN LEADER

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In our unconscious use of arts we have to go outside ourselves to get back inside.
Mourning, Melancholia & Depression p87 - DARIAN LEADER
There is a compelling fantasy of being shattered, ..a fantasy.. ..It is a psychic world of being simply matter without the burden of judgment.
The will to open up and spill the inside onto the outside, to stain the outside with the inside, let entropy take its deadly course and bring the air and dust within; fall from the drifting cosmos and mingle amongst the corpuscles. --CATERINESTREETnet
We are pushed to the edges whilst trying to get outside of thought – to find something with which to think thought.
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All we are left with is the broken remainder of sense.. ..We find only a hall of mirrors. Unblinking surfaces in opposition, endlessly reflected and nested one within another.
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All that we encounter is our own mistake of purpose and we lie exhausted of our efforts.
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Explanation.. is contained within the very phenomenon it seeks to explain. ..There is no ‘first’, no unaltered movement, because the movement did not and could not exist before its explanation. It is its explanation, in itself its own reason.
Her body raises itself.. ..She lunges forward at a measured pace and then back to her original position. - catherinestreet.net on inside and outside, art and criticism, performance and theory
She feels she must offer up reasons for her behaviour, but being outwith her control, outside of premeditation, she cannot locate these justifications
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Traversing this state of starved, liminal existence,.. another world, one that measured in real flesh and material concerns – how long would a half loaf of bread last? The nights would stretch on and on, cruelty never ceasing and facts and figures couldn’t save them; measurements dead and meaningless.
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