Pressed Up Against the Immediate | The White... →
I am thinking here in particular of those jerky videos which in many ways have defined our perception of the so-called Arab Spring. These highly pixelated, out-of-focus images seem to play upon a convention often associated with the ‘documentary’: the more grainy and imperfect they are, the more they appear to be the signifiers of authenticity. Shot in ‘real time’, these images seem ideologically...
On Approach Fiction should have a ghostlike presence in it somewhere,...– Max Sebald’s Writing Tips - Richard Skinner
“His small whitish-grey eyes had a restless, inquisitive, hungry look in them,...
Yes, one could imagine a very pleasant world. A quiet, spacious world, with the...– Virginia Woolf, The Mark On The Wall (via violentwavesofemotion)
What Can You Really Know? by Freeman Dyson | The... →
Grey cloudless sky ocean of dust not a ripple mock confines verge upon verge hell air not a breath. Mingling with the dust slowly sinking some almost fully sunk the ruins of the refuge. First change of all in the end a fragment comes away and falls. With slow fall for so dense a body it lights like cork on water and scarce breaks the surface. Fizzle 8: for to end yet again Inviato da iPod
Philip K. Dick, Sci-Fi Philosopher, Part 1 -... →