Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that i am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what i have forgotten.
The man that cannot visualize a horse galloping
on a tomato is an idiot.
Leave everything.
Leave Dada ....
Leave your hopes and fears.
Leave your children in the woods.
Leave the substance for the shadow.
Leave your easy life, leave what you are given for the future.
Set off on the roads.
No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the
appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.
-André Breton (at different moments)
Again + again — art, then, is an elaborate dance around something you can’t make.
A welcome to those of you over from BOOKWORK... i'm not posting there any more, i've come to realize it's as though i was putting guest into two different rooms.
ha. brilliant...a horse galloping on a tomato...i can see it.
ReplyDeleteTouche', you sharp Joan
ReplyDeleteIndeed - an elaborate dance around something you can't make...
ReplyDeleteYes indeed, Lonnie, it is that frustrating sometimes. The trick is to be in the flux and NOT think, to go along with the slipstream....
ReplyDeleteI am having similar thoughts about putting guests in different rooms but am unable to come up with a decision. But, what the heck - this isn't the place for such prosaic thoughts in the shadow of your profundity. You can fit more meaning on the head of a pin than most could fit into a coal scuttle.
ReplyDeleteUh, Terry, did you break your vow of silence???
ReplyDeleteThe flux of dAda, I like it!
ReplyDeleteCheers!
you might say that !
ReplyDeletegood god, jayne. thank you for this. this is printable outable...
ReplyDelete(i'll be back to comment on today's post later. i'm goofing off and must get back to my list.)
Love the over-designed chair. I want one.
ReplyDeleteAlso love the horse/tomato line. Pointless things with a point appeal to me greatly. Did you write that? Or is that quoted?