Monday 26 November 2007

Work in progress





Reality transcends its identifiable boundaries the longer one looks at it. Alcaide on Lucio Munoz

Thursday 22 November 2007



Antoni Tapies

'I want to communicate the things that I love and in which I believe, because I think that people can derive a general benefit from them.'

Monday 19 November 2007

The Real Thing


HENRY: (holding his cricket bat). This thing here, which looks like a wooden club, is actually several pieces of particular wood cunningly put together in a certain way so that the whole thing is sprung, like a dance floor. It's for hitting cricket balls with. If you get it right, the cricket ball will travel two hundred yards in four seconds, and all you've done is give it a knock like knocking the top off a bottle of stout, and it makes a noise like a trout taking a fly...(he clucks his tongue to make the noise). What we're trying to do is to write cricket bats, so that when we throw up an idea and give it a little knock, it might... travel...(he clucks his tongue again and picks up the script.) Now, what we've got here is a lump of wood of roughly the same shape trying to be a cricket bat, and if you hit a ball with it, the ball will travel about ten feet and you will drop the bat and dance around shouting 'ouch!' with your hands stuck into your armpits. (Indicating the cricket bat.) This isn't better because someone says it's better, or because there's a conspiracy by the MCC to keep cudgels out of Lord's. It's better because it's better.
Tom Stoppard

Tuesday 13 November 2007

The Gulag Archipelago


The Gulag Archipelago

'Alexander Dolgun invented a method of measuring his cell. The numbers 10/22 were stamped on the bottom of his prison bowl, and he guessed that 10 was the diameter of the bottom, and 22 the diameter of the outside edge. Then he pulled a thread from a towel, made himself a tape measure and measured everything with it. His cell was 156 by 209 cm.'

Kurt Schwitters


Kurt Schwitters
Great Moments in Art -
'The Chancellor declares himself Fuhrer.
Portraits of Hitler and Goebbels arrive at the Hannover Artists' hall.
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Here they are, friends.
Shall we hang them or simply stand them against the wall?'