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We will also watch this war on television

24 Thursday Feb 2022

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I see tanks, planes, with explosives, the terror of civilians. And I wonder: do we still need tanks when Russia, like America and China have scary nuclear arsenals? Am I witnessing a vintage invasion? Not caring about the so-called harsh sanctions from the middle of the world, except so far Israel, against the banks and Russian oligarchs, Putin will go on until the annexation of Ukraine, just the old way. He will impose yet another puppet government, using cynical speeches about Ukrainian Nazis. And we will also watch this war on television.

Happiness in childhood

22 Tuesday Feb 2022

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I believe that the happiness enjoyed in childhood and the love of the good object that enriches personality are the foundation of the ability to enjoy and sublimate. The first happy relationship with the mother mitigates hatred and distress. Melanie Klein, Envy and Gratitude, 1957

The range of two

16 Wednesday Feb 2022

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We alone can devalue gold

by not caring

if it falls or rises

in the marketplace.

wherever there is gold

there is a chain, you know,

and if your chain

is gold

so much the worse

for you.

Feathers, shells

and sea-shaped stones

are all as rare.

This could be our revolution:

to love what is plentiful

as much as

what’s scarce.

Alice Walker

So Watt never saw Mr Knott, never never saw Mr Knott

27 Thursday Jan 2022

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Knott’s bowl 2022

“This dish was served to Mr Knott, cold, in a bowl, at twelve o’clock noon sharp and at seven p.m. exactly, all the year round.

That is to say that Watt carried in the bowl, full, to the dining-room at those hours, and left it on the table. An hour later he went back and took it away, in whatever state Mr Knott had left it. If the bowl still contained food, then Watt transferred this food to the dog’s dish. But if it was empty, then Watt washed it up, in readiness for the next meal.

So Watt never saw Mr Knott at mealtime. For Mr Knott was never punctual, at his meals. But he was seldom later than twenty minutes, or half an hour. And whether he emptied the bowl, or did not, it never took him more than five minutes to do so, or seven minutes at the outside. So that Mr Knott was never in the dining-room when Watt brought in the bowl, and he was never there either when Watt went back, to take the bowl away. So Watt never saw Mr Knott, never never saw Mr Knott, at mealtime.”

SAMUEL BECKETT: Watt

Thin periscope

26 Friday Nov 2021

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When I look at you

A reed smell comes to me

Thin periscope

Discreet among all the chirping and bird songs

It’s all about echolocation

Tonight

I wanted to let the sky enter my foundations

Widen the walls

Surprise the slow sway of the branches in the wind

Everything changed

My building no longer needs columns or a water jet

I started looking for air holes that would break the sonorous magma of the city

The envelope of my building is no longer an envelope.

The walls are no longer walls

I told you about Herzog’s diary

How he had undertaken a twenty two days march from Munich to Paris

Against the fate of the imminent death of Lotte Eisner

Haw at the end he walks into the sick room declaring

Open the window for the past few days I have been able to fly

So do I

Variety of meanings

24 Wednesday Nov 2021

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Feeling nostalgic today. Longing for the past. Not mine but ours. We have fallen into an eternal present where everything that happens is obsessively ′′ cartographed “. The chance to process has vanished as time has vanished, losing the ability to transform into memory. Every fact equals another. In the background there is insisting an endless comment and the feeling is that it’s an empty talk, which never really exists, since there’s no longer a real object of conversation, of comparison. There are no longer events that surpass us and on the track of which we are stubbornly standing. Nothing that deserves to be archived in the remittance of Memory and History.

And then, inevitably, I remember the last Fellini, the one of the moon’s voice, when the naive protagonist, melancholy poet and in love, summarily says: ′′ Yet I believe that if there was a bit of silence, everyone Let’s keep quiet, maybe we can understand something “.

Archives

03 Wednesday Nov 2021

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The reinforcements are in place: the sand, the cement, the stones, the water to bury the archives are missing. Behind, all around, between two cracks, thrive, from left to right; a piece of steel from the collapsed World Trade Center, a piece from the damaged Pentagon in DC and a rock from the crash site of UA Flight 93 (Shanksville PA). The past shines like never before, without witnesses.