April 2011
92 posts
Dravidian Sunday
Robbie Basho
Robbie Basho, Dravidian Sunday
it was one of the snakes frozen pinkies, from when he was little.
whew. thought maybe some cat or rat had given birth.
By the way, anything I post with a title is meant to be read as “Last thoughts on _______________.”
Get it?
Wealth
”Everything is here to be happy on earth. We have snow and every day a new morning. We have trees and rain, hope and tears. We have humus and oxygen, animals and all the colors. We have distant lands and bicycles. We have sun and shadow. We are rich.”
— Hundertwasser
“I let things come into my life, and then I flush them out. I don’t want to hold on to it, because there’s ten other hot leather studded feather jackets out there just waiting for me to wear, and I can’t wait to find them.”
- Mary Lee
The Noumenal Dimension
“This network — the complex web of past experiences, affections, and so on, which colors our raw perceptions — plays exactly the role of a transcendental horizon which makes our reality meaningful. When we are deprived of this transcendental network, that is, of the fantasmatic coordinates of meaning, we are no longer engaged participants in the world, we find ourselves confronted with things in their noumenal dimension: for a moment, we see them the way they are “in themselves,” independently of us — or, as Proust puts it in a wonderful formula, the spectator becomes “a spectator, so to speak, of one’s own absence.” What this means is that, once the fantasy object is subtracted from reality, it is not only the observed reality which changes, but also the observing subject himself: he is reduced to a gaze observing how things look in his own absence […]. And is this, precisely, not the feature which makes the photographic camera so uncanny? Is a camera not our eye separated from our body, drifting around and recording how things look in our absence?”
- Slavoj Žižek in the foreword to H. Bond’s Lacan at the Scene
March 2011
67 posts
Listening
“in the end when you have that feeling in your stomach and that spark of enlightenment about what will make your life really mean something to you and to those around you, well, you gotta listen.”
from liane’s lovely post on the atchafalaya houseboat and real ambitions
