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Tristram Cary Divertimento for Olivetti machines, Chorus and Percussion 1973

Woody Vasulka Didactic Video 1975

"An extraordinary lucidity, frosty and crisp in the blackness, but paralysed; lodged in some recess of the universe that clutches it like a snare. A wave of nausea is accompanied by a peculiarly insinuating headache, as if thought itself were copulating unreservedly with suffering. A damp coldness, close to fog, creeps through the open window. I laugh, delighted at the fate that has turned me into a reptile. The metallic hardness of intellect seems like a cutting instrument in my hand; the detached fragment from a machine tool, or an abattoir, seeking out the terminal sense it was always refused." — Nick Land, The Thirst for Annihilation: Georges Bataille and Virulent Nihilism

Eileen Agar Photograph of Lee Miller at Hotel Vaste Horizon Mougins, France, 1937

Mitch Cullin Pasadena, California 2011

Yohji Yamamoto Rewind / Forward 1995-2000 [x]

Today there is deep in you a not long dried-up spring, though how quickly it fills with tears. Today there is deep in you a not long abandoned airfield, though how quickly it's overgrown. You'll have to go on foot now, your spring of grief within. But you stand frozen while in front of you cockroaches cross the street moving from butcher to baker. Vladimír Holan, Today There Is…, from Selected poems by Vladimír Holan, Penguin modern European poetry, trans. Jarmila and Ian Milner

Nathalie von Reuter Portrait of Jeanne Mandello c. 1930

Carlos Amorales & Klangforum Wien Erased Symphony 2013 “Erased Symphony is based on the idea that existing cultural narratives are subject to erasure, whereby the focus is not only on evident extinction but also processes of disappearance, revaluation, densification, corrosion, etc. in the telling of national, continental, in this case Western, and hegemonial (hi)stories. In Erased Symphony the Emperor Waltz by Strauss undergoes a gradual process of erasure, albeit not the original version is modified but Arnold Schönberg’s transcription of the waltz from 1925 for flute, clarinet, string quartet, and piano. This, in turn, leads to a densification in the complexity and an overlap of historical and contemporary (cultural, political, social) narratives.” [x]

Hans Namuth Agnes Martin with Ellsworth Kelly  in his studio at 3-5 Coenties Slip, New York 1957 [x]

Albe Steiner Bruno Munari 1941

"An extraordinary lucidity, frosty and crisp in the blackness, but paralysed; lodged in some recess of the universe that clutches it like a snare. A wave of nausea is accompanied by a peculiarly insinuating headache, as if thought itself were copulating unreservedly with suffering. A damp coldness, close to fog, creeps through the open window. I laugh, delighted at the fate that has turned me into a reptile. The metallic hardness of intellect seems like a cutting instrument in my hand; the detached fragment from a machine tool, or an abattoir, seeking out the terminal sense it was always refused." — Nick Land, The Thirst for Annihilation: Georges Bataille and Virulent Nihilism

Asano Kiichi Branch Skirt 1957

Soichi Sunami Martha Graham / Two Primitive Canticles 1931

* Forget that Ramadan is here — today Autumn has come: "Bring wine," the meadows say. Our ancient sage's fatwa's in agreement: "Drink goblets filled with flowing wine, and pay No heed to sermons' cant." Come, pour the wine That fills my soul with wonder and dismay — The man who doesn't drink in autumn's not A man but some ferocious beast of prey I'd give the world's wealth for a drop of wine — I'd give both worlds, and throw in Judgment Day. Mastureh Kurdi, Untitled, from The Mirror of My Heart: A Thousand Years of Persian Poetry by Women, ed. Dick Davis

Centro de Arte y Comunicación (CAyC) Homenaje a Salvador Allende Buenos Aires, 1973 [x]

Gordon Coster W.P.A. Parade Chicago, 1939 [x]

Franco Albini Radio in Cristallo 1938

Hans Neuburg Hypsa Bern, 1960

Wish for nothing lest you mar The perfection in these eyes Whose entire devotion lies At the mercy of your will; Tempt not your sworn comrade, – only As I am can I love you as you are – or my company be lonely For my health be ill: I will sing if you will cry …I Never hope to say farewell, For our lethargy is such Heaven’s kindness cannot touch Nor earth’s frankly brutal drum; This was long ago decided, Both of us know why, Can, alas, foretell, When our falsehoods are divided, What we shall become, One evaporating sigh …I W. H. Auden, Postscript, an excerpt from “The Sea and the Mirror: A Commentary on Shakespeare's The Tempest”, from Collected Poems of W. H. Auden, trans. Edward Mendelson