Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Derrida - le carreau (the misplaced tile)
Derrida, Jacques et Safaa Fathy, Tourner les mots. Paris: Galilée-Arte, 2000. p. 93Une mémoire apaisée n’a plus aucune chance, il ne lui reste qu’à s’endormir. Une mémoire harmonieuse, réconciliée, euphorique, une mémoire heureuse, je n’imagine pas qu’elle puisse faire autre chose que se perdre. Autre façon de lier la mémoire au mal et son essence au remords. La blessure signe l’œuvre (…).
An appeased memory no longer has any chance. The only thing left for it is to go to sleep. A harmonious, reconciled, euphoric memory, a happy memory does not imagine that it can do anything but get lost. Another way to tie memory to badness and its essence to remorse. The wound signs the work ... (my feable translation)
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
ruins, framing, images and cnn
watching my boyfriend in the camera
and seeing him simultaneously on the set
he is not the same person
he is not his image
the one on the set i see directly with my eyes – he is mine, the one i know and recognize
the one on the screen is him, but reorganized, set up, framed, projected, and staged to sound the way – the best way he can
and then on cnn he sounds another way, the way the journalist wants him to sound
what remains is a ruin or a remnant of the one i’m in love with
a replica, a souvenir
a piece of (the berlin wall)
but it is not but a fraction of my love on that screen
i want the one at home, the one on my couch, the with sounds, odors, colors, angles- senses
and yet all of that is also only the way i’ve framed my vision, isn’t it?
and seeing him simultaneously on the set
he is not the same person
he is not his image
the one on the set i see directly with my eyes – he is mine, the one i know and recognize
the one on the screen is him, but reorganized, set up, framed, projected, and staged to sound the way – the best way he can
and then on cnn he sounds another way, the way the journalist wants him to sound
what remains is a ruin or a remnant of the one i’m in love with
a replica, a souvenir
a piece of (the berlin wall)
but it is not but a fraction of my love on that screen
i want the one at home, the one on my couch, the with sounds, odors, colors, angles- senses
and yet all of that is also only the way i’ve framed my vision, isn’t it?
Wednesday, December 6, 2006
figure of nostalgia
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