“Well, I’ve been photographing democratically,” I replied “But what have you been taking pictures of?” “I’ve been outdoors, nowhere, in nothing.” “What do you mean?” “Well, just woods and dirt, a little asphalt here and there” — from an Interview with David Eggleston in “Democratic Forest”
The Womb
There is a Void, outside of Existence, which if entered into Englobes itself & becomes a Womb — William Blake
Die Unendliche Ausdehnbarkeit
Mein Haus ist durchscheinend, aber nicht aus Glas. Eher wäre es aus einer Art Rauch. Seine Wände verdichten und verdünnen sich nach meinem Wunsch. Manchmal ziehe ich sie eng zusammen, wie einen Isolierungspanzer… Aber manchmal lasse ich die Wände meines Hauses sich entfalten in ihrem eigenen Raum, welcher die unendliche Ausdehnbarkeit ist. –Georges Spyridaki
Eat the tables, the chairs, the napkins, who cares?
Everybody Eats When They Come To My House Cab Calloway Have a banana, Hannah Try the salami, Tommy Get with the gravy, Davy Everybody eats when they come to my house Try a tomato, Plato Here’s cacciatore, Dory Taste the bologna, Tony Everybody eats when they come to my house I fix your favorite dishes… Continue reading Eat the tables, the chairs, the napkins, who cares?
The Space We Know
Gilman’s room was of good size but queerly irregular shape; the north wall slanting perceptibly inward from the outer to the inner end, while the low ceiling slanted gently downward in the same direction. Aside from an obvious rat-hole and the signs of other stopped-up ones, there was no access—nor any appearance of a former… Continue reading The Space We Know
The Flip
Cities are what concrete made using humans. Explains a lot, like pyramids, empty houses, cities at night when all the shops are closed.
Dappled Things
Pied Beauty Glory be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle,… Continue reading Dappled Things
What I Do Is Me
Each single thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being each one indoors dwells; Selves, goes itself, crying What I do is me, for that I came. — Gerald Manley Hopkins
The Great Escape
“City Of Tiny Lites” City of tiny lites Don’t you wanna go Hear the tiny auto horns When they tiny blow Tiny lightin’ In the storm Tiny blankets Keep you warm Tiny pillows Tiny sheets Talkin’ bout those tiny cookies That the peoples eats City of tiny lites Maybe you should know That it’s over… Continue reading The Great Escape
What Is Enough?
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom…You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough. ― William Blake, Proverbs of Hell