January 2012
14 posts
Russia in color, a century ago →
WatchMates Mates - El Pinsà
T.S. Eliot
What we call the beginning is often the end And to make and end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from. And every phrase And sentence that is right (where every word is at home, Taking its place to support the others, The word neither diffident nor ostentatious, An easy commerce of the old and the new, The common word exact without vulgarity, The formal word precise but not...
December 2011
6 posts
“I said so little.
Days were short.”
– Czeslaw Milosz.
Parlem de tu, però no pas amb pena. Senzillament parlem de tu, de com ens vas deixar, del sofriment lentíssim que va anar marfonent-te, de les teves coses, parlem i també dels teus gustos, del que estimaves i el que no estimaves, del que feies i deies i senties; de tu parlem, però no pas amb pena.
I a poc a poc esdevindràs tan nostre que no caldrà ni que parlem de tu per recordar-te; a poc a poc...
November 2011
13 posts
Dustin O’Halloran - We Move Lightly
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Nicolas Jaar - Why Didn’t You Save Me
This morning was something. A little snow lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear blue sky. The sea was blue, and blue-green, as far as the eye could see. Scarcely a ripple. Calm. I dressed and went for a walk — determined not to return until I took in what Nature had to offer. I passed close to some old, bent-over trees. Crossed a field strewn with rocks where snow had drifted. Kept...
Letter from Sol LeWitt to Eva Hesse
Dear Eva,
It will be almost a month since you wrote to me and you have possibly forgotten your state of mind (I doubt it though). You seem the same as always, and being you, hate every minute of it. Don’t! Learn to say “Fuck You” to the world once in a while. You have every right to. Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some...
La excepción y la regla
Les vamos a contar La historia de un viaje. Lo emprenden Un explotador y dos explotados. Observen con atención el compartamiento de esa gente: Encuéntrenlo extraño, aunque no desconocido Inexplicable, aunque corriente Incomprensible, aunque sea la regla. Hasta el acto más nimio, aparentemente sencillo ¡Obsérvenlo con desconfianza! Investiguen si es necesario ¡Especialmente lo habitual! Se los...
Te desnuda mi voz porque no saben mis ojos recorrer el camino oculto tras la lana la seda o el tejido perdido de los sueños. Te desnuda mi voz para vestir al tiempo.
- M. Cinta Montagut.
October 2011
15 posts
WatchFantasy In One Act / Vienos dalies fantazija / Greta Stanciauskaite
“Personne n’est exempt de dire des fadaises. Le malheur est de les dire...”
– Montaigne.
WatchSliced – constantin georgescu – germany 2011
“Contar un fet sovint té mals acostaments. Les fetes s’afuen. Passa que hom conta les coses d’aturat: les paraules arriben molt després de les fetes. Els mots són el paisatge després de la batalla.
Quan hom conta una cosa, sap prou que, com a manim, és mentider o venut: les fetes no són coses; un fet són moltes persones que es desitgen, es cerquen, es creen les unes a...
“¿Que com sóc? De vegades em miro al mirall i, cosa ben curiosa, ridícula i penosa, m’avergonyeix fins i tot de reconèixer-ho!, no m’hi veig mai fit a fit, cara a cara. Només em veig una mica més al fons, més lluny, a la profunditat de l’espill, un poc de costat, de perfil, pensatiu. Les nostres mirades ja no es creuen.”
Bruno Schulz - Botigues de color canyella
“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.”
Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass
WatchNew Kossakovsky soon.
September 2011
2 posts
