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On the UCSD campus.
I miss Veronica and her love of ponies.
(via womenandanimalsnotebook)
Possibly the coolest thing I have ever learned while reading random magazines at the gym: Thomas Jefferson cut up his Bible, poet-style, to save only the parts he thought were right. I read this in American History, but Wikipedia has an entry about it. There are articles about the Smithsonian restoration of it here and here (latter is the Smithsonian’s and include video).
Jefferson’ Bible!
Colette arround 1901 or 1902, comentary says: “Colette et Toby-Chien. Deux braves types à qui on avait appris à faire le beau et donner la patte”
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“You know I really have no wish to be set free, nor to be helped, by art or by anything else.”
“Plot has always had the definite function of stage direction, of getting the characters from here to there, and that will continue, but the new techniques, such as cut-up, will involve much more of the total capacity of the observer. It enriches the whole aesthetic experience, extends it.”
“…cut-ups make explicit a psychosensory process that is going on all the time anyway. Somebody is reading a newspaper, and his eye follows the column in the proper Aristotelian manner, one idea and sentence at a time. But subliminally he is reading the columns on either side and is aware of the person sitting next to him. That’s a cut-up. I was sitting in a lunchroom in New York having my doughnuts and coffee. I was thinking that one does feel a little boxed in in New York, like living in a series of boxes. I looked out the window and there was a great big Yale truck. That’s cut-up—a juxtaposition of what’s happening outside and what you’re thinking of. I make this a practice when I walk down the street. I’ll say, When I got to here I saw that sign, I was thinking this, and when I return to the house I’ll type these up. Some of this material I
use and some I don’t. I have literally thousands of pages of notes here, raw, and I keep a diary as well. In a sense it’s traveling in time.”
“In other words, I’ve been interested in precisely how word and image get around on very, very complex association lines. I do a lot of exercises in what I call time travel, in taking coordinates, such as what I photographed on the train, what I was thinking about at the time, what I was reading and what I wrote; all of this to see how completely I can project myself back to that one point in time.”
Lost in Encinitas
Later on October 17, at a sushi and gelato place in Carlsbad. I’m allergic to shellfish and so ask the man in if he can make something vegetarian, and he says, “Yes. I can make all green.”
The poke looks good, and I’m sorry not to be able to eat it. Katie Perry’s “Last Friday Night” is on and I recognize it. The man answers the phone and speaks in English to someone. His accent sounds neither Chinese nor Korean to me. I specifically do not ask him where he is from.
Thinking how any signs of “foreign-ness” are often grounds here (here=SD) for commentary and questioning. While waiting for my flu shot last month, I eavesdropped on a conversation between a woman in CVs (60s?) and a man in his 30s with what turned out to be a South African accent. The woman questioned him about it with the kind of invasive fascination for personal detail that sometimes people have towards pregnant women.
