« Beaubourg, machine à produire de la culture, mais qui produit de la masse, et la masse, au lieu d’absorber de la culture, absorbe la machine » Baudrillard
Hieronymus Bosch – The Hearing Forest and the Seeing Field , c.1500
„… For poor is the mind that always uses the ideas of others and invents none of its own…”
Bosch wrote it above the drawing, it’s a religious text that has been traced back to the 13th century
Susan Sontag – Reborn
„I marry Philip with full consciousness + fear of my will toward self-distructiveness. ”
„Whoever invented marriage was an ingenious tormentor. It is an institution committed to the dulling of feelings. The whole point of marriage is repetition. The best it aims for is the creation of strong, mutual dependencies. ”
„Marriage is based on the principle of inertia.
Marriage is all private – no public – behaviour.
The glass wall that separates one couple from another.
Friendship in marriage. The smooth skin of the other.
Rilke thought the only way to keep love in marriage was by perpetual acts of separation – return.
The leakage of talk in marriage (my marriage, anyway).”
Not sure what she means by leakage of talk.
„The sense of not being free has never left me these six years.”
„That’s all there is. There isn’t any more. The quarells + the tenderness, endlessly reduplicated. Only the quarells have a greater density, diluting the capacity for tenderness.
The people handcuffed together next to a dungheap shouldn’t quarrel. It just makes the dungheap a few inches higher.”
„I know I’m not myself with people, not even Philip – from that stems the constant sense of irritation, with him, with myself. But am I myself when alone? That seems unlikely, too. ”
„In a time hollowed out by decorum, one must school oneself in spontaneity. ”
„In marriage, I have suffered a certain loss of personality – at first the loss was pleasant, easy; now it aches and stirs up my general disposition to be malcontented with a new fierceness.”
We are never spontaneous.. If there is a big lesson from all those Big Brother type reality shows, it’s that even when we are just ourselves in private life, we always play being ourselves. And I think this is in a way a good thing. I mean when people say no, you know — express yourself, be who you really are. Well I think most people are monsters secretly. I think — I like to live in a society where you do whatever you want. Just please don’t express yourself too much, you know. I like people who know how to control themselves. I believe in proper manners.
“We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: it’s got to be the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”
cand oamenii nu se mai iubesc ce n’est pas grave ei tot mai incearca. poate numai pe copiii lor sa-i iubeasca mai tare dar nici pe aia cand tipa si urla.
copiii au unghiile murdare dar sunt al naibii de frumosi orice ar face pana le trece, pe la 11 ani.
Mara, cine-i artistu’-n familia noastra?
Mara e lunga deja cat jumate’ patul.
Sex Without Love
How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other’s bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-
vascular health–just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.