Sunday, January 10, 2010

hunting knife and ants

"I think we complement their excesses by doing nothing. One of the characteristics of the system is that lack gravitates towards greater lack, excess toward greater excess. When Debussy was getting nowhere with an opera, he put is this way: ‘I spent my days pursuing the nothingness-rien-it creates.’ My job is to create that void, that rien."


“Sometimes I have this dream,”

” There’s a sharp knife stabbed into my head. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s stuck. I want someone to pull it out, but no one knows it’s there. And then everything starts to disappear. I start to fade too. And only the knife is left. Like the bone of some prehistoric animal.”


"Etre rien. VoilĂ  une noble ambition."

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