outta bounds

I edge fire with heed.
Not for ash, nor smoke
but truth, a better way to breathe,

Inside me, something found has its beat.
I drive myselves to sea.
I drive myselves to sea.

Jocelyn Casey-Whiteman, from “To Sea,” in jubilat (No. 23)

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“I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.”

By Jeanette Winterson 

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Pablo Vargas Lugo - Skidproof View (2006)

Installation of over 16,000 pyramids of varying sizes which the artist reproduced at two sites. Its design was inspired by a 1953 Mexican book on planets and stars.

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“You are
a minute
of quiet

in a loud
shouting
world.”

— Gabriel Gadfly (via angerr)

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“There will be time in the long days and nights,
stunned by the sun or driven by the stars,
to unwind your spool of life.
You will learn again what you always knew—
the wind sweeps everything away.”

Theo Dorgan, from “Ithacafor,” in Answering Back, edited by Carol Ann Duffy (Picador, 2007)

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“I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs.”

— Hélène Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa (trans. Keith & Paula Cohen)

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“Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.”

— Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices

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Joanna Krótka

Joanna Krótka

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