defending body
I insist here on the value that I attach to arbitrariness as the salvation of poorly fruitful creative situations offered by apparent logic.
Moving away from the fear of what we are is a form of refinement of our being. To embrace our animal side is to become human.
A few moments of life in the skin of a sea turtle or Can we philosophise on a day when we are laying eggs and time is running out?
As Victor says about the spider and the nettle - not Dr. Frankenstein, but his friend old Hugo - I love hate because we hate it.
My great adaptability is an absolute violence to me. I hate any relationship that forces me to do so. Rare is the one that goes the way I want it to.
Work isn't interesting. It's being inspired that is. To be inspired is to be called to something more challenging than what was intended.
Artists, the real ones who would have something to say, hate the world and won't say anything to it, right? And it's much better that way, isn't it?
The true individual venturing out of his isolation room, faints on contact with the air. He refuses to be legibly embodied in his words and deeds...
Time veils backwards, throws a theatrical tulle over the detailed vision of ancient crimes. The tragic beauty of history is more congenial than the impending horror.
I'm not going to tell you what it says, because I hope it doesn't say anything, nothing that's being said anyway. No stories.
