Friday, 30 March 2012
We're alive: the conclusion of...
the last phrase in this photo that I took of an unknown origin on the door of a random bathroom in a commune warehouse in London, I realized, could not be read, and i just figured out what it says:
[I DON'T WANT TO DIE
YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE
WE DON'T WANT TO DIE
THIS IS FEAR OF DEATH]
For the record, I pride myself in the declaration that I believe that I am not afraid of death. Is there a club I should join? Maybe I really am and I just don't know it because I haven't been as close; come to think of it, I was afraid when I once upon a time nearly died. I'm not sure how close I really was but I want to thank the angels for protecting me, and you, whoever you are, I am happy that you are reading my ghost blog.
Merleau-Ponty's Phenomenology of Perception
Merleau-Ponty concludes by defining freedom as a mode of consciousness in which personal actions and commitments can be chosen within a situation or field of possibility.
Freedom is always within a given field of possibility.
Freedom is always present in a situation, unless we lose our belonging to the situation.
Freedom is a mode of being-in-the-world which enables us to transcend ourselves.
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Welcome to my world, द्युम्नसाति
I am going up and you should come
and quit looking back and document the present
How could you let yourself go and then I jump in after you
I lose myself to match you
I substitute everything I once knew
IN an attempt to bring myself back again
To where I never was
But once upon a time,
Keep telling myself the stories
in the crevices of my memory of the empty
from whence I came
At this point where one day is equivalent to years
Dyum comes to join me
and reassures me who I am
as I question myself and my surroundings
When once upon a time was forever
the ingrained moments never cease to exist
and quit looking back and document the present
How could you let yourself go and then I jump in after you
I lose myself to match you
I substitute everything I once knew
IN an attempt to bring myself back again
To where I never was
But once upon a time,
Keep telling myself the stories
in the crevices of my memory of the empty
from whence I came
At this point where one day is equivalent to years
Dyum comes to join me
and reassures me who I am
as I question myself and my surroundings
When once upon a time was forever
the ingrained moments never cease to exist
Saturday, 24 March 2012
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
अनित्य #15
Anitya joins the world today;
I made her out of my old favorite hoodie, adopted in 2008 at BLOC,
she is soft and smells sweet of allspice.
Labels:
Art,
Eden Grey,
Impermanence,
Sanskrit friends,
अनित्य
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