Since Pelafina echoed most things from this place into her world.
i decided to delete the posts here.
and i deleted some.
and then, i got completely into one big knot:
my head between my legs my arms changed left to right, my hands holding my toes,
i don't know if you can imagine me being a knot
why?
because this blogspace is there to think out loud. and so i did. crap or not.
and i started to like this retrospective look, of where i started and where i went to
and this little line and trace in this imagination-thought-process and this being alone and still getting contaminated by other voices and how this contamination grows, little by little...
so, why should i erase this little history?
because how do you show and share your thoughtprocesses otherwise in a space like this?
but then i thought: "well, that's not true, you are not erasing it, as if it is dissapearing for ever"!
because it is somehow there, but transformed!
so it's not some sudden scary empty gap !
(yes, scary, that's the feeling i got)
but then again i think: "well if you would always think like that, you would always have something temporary
with no little history of how this has grown!"
So should this little history get a place somehow?
Or should an archive not be an archive, is it only something to never look at, because you have to go on and on and on and on
and you leave it behind in some cellar underground, becoming colourless, wrinkeled, humid, invisible?
and ofcourse these are only some futile or not futile thoughts and things here, from some person out there. and of course it maybe is only "important" for me, because who would care about this?
But looking at it from a different perspective, in a bigger picture, thinking we are creating something, FOR some-else
and this creating is not producing, so what is there to show?
and since i want to share something and give a choice for some one to take or leave it...
so ok, if we would collectively do that, in the bigger picture of our society, which is something we do i guess;
what does that mean?
so yes, it's scary and paradoxal and confusing
mirror neurons
mirror neurons
One of the more intriguing recent discoveries in brain science is the existence of "mirror neurons," a set of neurons in the premotor area of the brain that are activated not only when performing an action oneself, but also while observing someone else perform that action. It is believed mirror neurons increase an individual's ability to understand the behaviors of others, an important skill in social species such as humans. A critical aspect of understanding the behavior of another person is recognizing the intent of his actions--is he coming to praise me or to bury me?
A mirror neuron is a neuron which fires both when an animal performs an action and when the animal observes the same action performed by another (especially conspecific) animal. Thus, the neuron "mirrors" the behavior of another animal, as though the observer were himself performing the action. These neurons have been observed in primates, including humans, and in some birds.
Butades
When Butades ( daughter learned that her lover would have to leave on the following day she took up a stylus in order to trace the outline of his silhouette on the wall
as though this shadowy outline of him
would draw him, draw him back to her one day
So her father, Butades of Sicyon, who was the first Greek modeller in clay, modelled the face of her lover in clay, upon the drawing outline she made.
We don't know the daughter's name, for she did not sign her work, not even with a paraph or so,
but it merely allowed this to echo in other voices and other texts.
as though this shadowy outline of him
would draw him, draw him back to her one day
So her father, Butades of Sicyon, who was the first Greek modeller in clay, modelled the face of her lover in clay, upon the drawing outline she made.
We don't know the daughter's name, for she did not sign her work, not even with a paraph or so,
but it merely allowed this to echo in other voices and other texts.
echo
Like crystal, metal and many other substances I am a sonorous being.
Yet the vibration ot me I hear from within.
I hear with my throat.
If I am close enough to someone talking, to hear her or his breath, to hear the effervescence or the fatigue, I attend in them almost as I do in myself, the terrifying birth of vociferation.
Just as there is a reflexivity of touch, of the view, of the movements, of tactility, vision,
so is there also a reflexivity of the movements of phonation and hearing
they have their sonorous inscription and the emergence of the flesh are the point of insertion of speaking and thinking in the world of silence.
Yet the vibration ot me I hear from within.
I hear with my throat.
If I am close enough to someone talking, to hear her or his breath, to hear the effervescence or the fatigue, I attend in them almost as I do in myself, the terrifying birth of vociferation.
Just as there is a reflexivity of touch, of the view, of the movements, of tactility, vision,
so is there also a reflexivity of the movements of phonation and hearing
they have their sonorous inscription and the emergence of the flesh are the point of insertion of speaking and thinking in the world of silence.
Pelafina and her 42 tales.
Pelafina writes letters from the Alaska Psychiatric Institute where she inhabits the space echoandpelafina.42tales.com
Pelafina is the mother of Poe and Hazel Courier.
She moves in strange ways. Unusual gestures inhabit her body. She lives in a world that constantly "mirrors" itself, but not really, is it doubling, mirroring? it's not clear for anyone; for example her roomnumber is 24, but she doesn't know if there's a difference between 24 and 42. Her room is on a hallway; you see; and there's doors on each side of the hallway, as if the hallway is mirrored. On one side it says 24 and on the other 42. She always forgets her roomnumber this way.
Pelafina is the mother of Poe and Hazel Courier.
She moves in strange ways. Unusual gestures inhabit her body. She lives in a world that constantly "mirrors" itself, but not really, is it doubling, mirroring? it's not clear for anyone; for example her roomnumber is 24, but she doesn't know if there's a difference between 24 and 42. Her room is on a hallway; you see; and there's doors on each side of the hallway, as if the hallway is mirrored. On one side it says 24 and on the other 42. She always forgets her roomnumber this way.
Prometheus-Dione
The ring moon Prometheus continues its work shaping the delicate ring as Dione looks on.
Prometheus has an irregular, oblong shape, while Dione is quite round.
The rings are partly cut off by Saturn's shadow at right.
Prometheus is 102 kilometers (63 miles) wide; Dione is 1,123 kilometers (700 miles) wide.
h o u s e of leaves
Little solace comes
to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great bleu world of ours
seems a h o u s e of leaves
moments before the wind
to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great bleu world of ours
seems a h o u s e of leaves
moments before the wind
dream-personae
I have no clue yet why this takes place here.
I had a dream where two things at the same time happened and I really don't know what the link is:
(but at the same time: these are things that "occupy" me in daily life, somekind of "personages" were I feel a bond with somehow)
The only link with this project is:
the fact that elke was in it, the fact that there's already a dream told in echo.chamber and the fact that these are somehow individual "diaries" where we think out loud, in public.
The other strange thing is: normally I'm overloaded with words in my head
(see my thewordwall-wall, my first posting on the blog), but this dream was purely visual and very very "real" in that way.
I saw elke, we were sitting in a space very similar to echo.base, but very very small. we were sitting in the white chairs, across from eachother.
and i only saw her head, covered with a hat.
But it was as if the hat were elkes thoughts. as if the world in her head was brought outside ("insideout"). Or that's the feeling I had when I looked at it.
I kept on staring at her hat and tried to "read" it but I could only see, watch,....
the hat struck me, I was completely fascinated with it and I just couldn't keep my eyes of it
and I can't explain what it was: it was a mixture of a "batman-kindof hat" (it had nothing at all to do with batman though, just this kind of hat!) and an eskimo-hat.
(therefore the two pictures underneath)
And than, there was this really good friend of mine, someone i've know for a very very long time. And for the first time he got undressed. Just like that, completely IN the action of it, no words, no contact with us, no messages attached to it, very calmly and slow. and we were watching.
and when he was naked, he didn't have a penis!!!
he had the genitals of a woman. I'm not sure if it were the genitals of a little girl or of a pornstar who shaved off all her hair.
and he was standing there and we were watching, sideways.
eskimo+"batman"=?
BLUR BUILDING- cloudwalls
Blur Building is a project from Diller and Scofidio
“ An inhabitable cloud whirling above a lake”
Image courtesy Diller & Scofidio
The building is made out of "steam", "cloud", water, air, light.
The walls of "air and water" absorb light.
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