please, do not mistake autonomy for individualism.
individualism says i live in a box. says i have a worldview that is a reaction to the other. says i am so reactive that i shut me in my own self. says i carve my own grades and praise my own mirrors. there, in my comfortable box, i build me beautifully for myself. says i am gorgeous and who contradicts me will be shot. everyone around are threats. so, to do not shoot anybody, i stay in my box. nobody is good enough for me to get out of myself. i do not need anyone but me.
on the other hand, autonomy says there is no box. says there is no grid or mirror, because there is no projection. to be honest, it says, neither i exist. i am free not for not needing anyone, but for having overcome my own desires - thus, i am free from the main prison: myself. free to be whatever i want, as i want, with whomever i want. joins me the one who celebrate not me, not her or himself, not us, but that celebrates the eternal path of liberation. says everyone around me are lovers. not of me, i don’t even exist, but lovers of the love we are when in union.
i don’t need anything, because i can embrace it all.
and i can tell that she’s closed her eyes to shut me out. you know, i become like an intruder. and behind those closed lids, you know, her eyes are now rolled all the way around and staring intently inward into some void where i, who sent them, can’t follow.
* on brief interviews with hideous man.
“stay cool ‘d’” said victor villarreal on his letter to me.
i will, my friend.
i know that you have come here today to hear explanations. well, don’t expect to hear any explanations about dada. you explain to me why you exist. you haven’t the faintest idea. you will say: i exist to make my children happy. but in your hearts you know that isn’t so. you will say: i exist to guard my country, against barbarian invasions. that’s a fine reason. you will say: i exist because god wills. that’s a fairy tale for children. you will never be able to tell me why you exist but you will always be ready to maintain a serious attitude about life. you will never understand that life is a pun, for you will never be alone enough to reject hatred, judgments, all these things that require such an effort, in favor of a calm level state of mind that makes everything equal and without importance.
* excerpt from a lecture on dada.
sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes you still got the blues for me. i could run away, a long time to stay. burn out your eyes, burn out surprise, look out today, you know it’s not the same. it’s all the rage. it’s every day. it’s out, and it’s not what you thought it was about, but a life that you know will keep you round in love.
the practice of skateboarding seems to radically invert the logic and experience of urban capitalism and its abstract and contradictory space. where contradictory space rationally zones the city into discrete spaces of work and commerce, the skateboarder ‘drifts’ through the urban, in the fashion of the situationist ’psychogeographer’, seeking out adventure, opportunity and pleasure. where the city builds functional paths, ramps and stairways, the skateboarder submits these to a ludic reinvention as elements in an ad hoc adventure playground. today’s skateboarder would seem to embody, even if not ‘consciously’, the theories and practice developed by lefebvre and the situationist, in order to challenge the bureaucratic rationalism of urban planning, and refuse its attendant boredom and impoverishment of everyday life.
* douglas cunningham spencer on iain borden’s skateboarding, space and the city: architecture and the body.
a kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
by nina wallen.
- - i'm seeing something that was always hidden. i'm in the middle of a mystery and it's all secret.
- - you like mysteries that much?
- - yeah! you're a mistery and i like you. very much.
kafka, unknown year.
youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.