MIRROR PIECE |
Silver shards pierce skin
picking pieces up and dropping them as hot coals
burn your touch.
mirror piece
reflecting this feeling of...
Do you laugh sometime when you think...
Do you listen someti...
Posted by Lo on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 07:34:00 PST |
The Beauty of Grey Matter |
Interpolation-or filling in the blanks-is the modus operandi of perception. The key, however, according to Poincare (1908), lies in not accepting everything "readymade" from the unconscious.&nbs...
Posted by Lo on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 03:14:00 PST |
Camouflage |
Camouflage~
She sees herself and then she doesn't
in this world she stands alone against a frozen wall
grey against grey
laughing eyes that hide in the light
cars passing by see nothin...
Posted by Lo on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 02:55:00 PST |
~Invisible Cities ...Cities & Desire 5 ...by Italo Calvani |
From there, after six days and seven nights, you arrive at Zobeide, the white city, well exposed to the moon, with streets wound about themselves as in a skein. They tell this tale of its foundation: ...
Posted by Lo on Thu, 22 Dec 2005 05:24:00 PST |
Jorge Luis Borges ~ |
The other one, the one called Borges, is the one things happen to. I walk through the streets of Buenos Aires and stop for a moment, perhaps mechanically now, to look at the arch of an entrance hall a...
Posted by Lo on Wed, 21 Dec 2005 11:43:00 PST |
~LO's links... |
http://www.x-spot.xbuild.com
http://www.newscreen.tv/Pages/Schedule/b_week/4_thursday.htm
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Posted by Lo on Fri, 16 Dec 2005 12:12:00 PST |
~ The Bonaventure Hotel, Los Angeles |
"...their eyes are hidden and others see only their own reflection. Everywhere the transparency of interfaces ends in internal refraction. Everything pretentiously termed 'communication' a...
Posted by Lo on Fri, 16 Dec 2005 12:07:00 PST |
"... the computer as Utopia..." |
The computer as Utopia is similar to Foucault's definition of the mirror, in that it is "...a place without a place. In it I see myself where I am not, in an unreal space that opens up potention...
Posted by Lo on Tue, 13 Dec 2005 07:55:00 PST |
~Baudelaire |
The deafening street was screaming all around me.
Tall, slender, in deep mourning - majestic grief -
A woman made her way, with fastidious hand
Raising and swaying festoon and hem;
Agile and noble, w...
Posted by Lo on Tue, 13 Dec 2005 08:57:00 PST |
~Killerclips... |
http://www.killerclips.com/clip.php?id=30&qid=88
...liken' the clips.
Posted by Lo on Tue, 13 Dec 2005 08:52:00 PST |
