onsdag den 30. december 2015
tirsdag den 29. december 2015
DREAMSCAPES AND WATERY WOMEN:
Essay insanity has hit (finally). Hard. Am now, as by magic, pulling out words from invisible sleeves, building a new theory: The theory of painting as dreaming (as Freudian wish-fulfilment), delivered through pictoral landscapes which are both symbolic (clearly narrating of sexually desirable water women etc.) and only vaguely referential, ornamental, patches of colour, abstract shapes illustrating the unclarity of the dream-language, un-understandable by the waking mind as whispers from subsconscious, mildly neurotic voices.
By the end of this year I shall have discovered the language of inspiration. A half-mad language, a grammar of Saussure and the abyss. Monsters shall rise as golden-coloured fireworks also memories, and all shall shudder and despair with (stressful) wonder.
By the end of this year I shall have discovered the language of inspiration. A half-mad language, a grammar of Saussure and the abyss. Monsters shall rise as golden-coloured fireworks also memories, and all shall shudder and despair with (stressful) wonder.
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dreamworld,
universitetet
lørdag den 5. december 2015
torsdag den 3. december 2015
For love
Keep my secrets. Treat me kindly when you can, and respect the walls of dignity and honour that I build. Listen to me when I need to tell of worries or of victories, and understand, that they are not more than me, that they do not lift nor lower me from that level where we found each other standing in the shade.
And I will help bury the bodies deep beneath the ground where the earth sings to those who yet have living ears to hear with.
And I will help bury the bodies deep beneath the ground where the earth sings to those who yet have living ears to hear with.
Labels:
eksperiment,
kærlighed
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