Simon Taylor

– Alfred Stiegletz’s photo of Fountain , 1917 Some very encouraging words have come to the site administrator from Bathroom taps, which have been deleted. Is it perhaps because I have been running like a faucet? or a spigot? [link] Might there be somebody reading – there is a bot-check on the

Why did I ever write “eloquent silence”? [here] How could I have? I meant silent and speaking , still, perhaps, but articulating, nonetheless. Who is the subject of a building? Is it the architect? Or, is it the architect as divine? For a building to have a subject is already a

With time, things lose their harshness and asperity. They are seen differently, and sometimes vanish from view. Time’s shrinking of the little that remains is to be fully accepted; one knows that time is limited, yet it is vast and infinite. This is the whole paradox of life. Perhaps

– Katsushika Hokusai (1760-1849), The Great Wave at Kanagawa , from series 36 Views of Mount Fuji , 1823–1829 What do we know about the virtual? It comes to Deleuze via Bergson. It belongs to the third time of the synthesis. It belongs to the future and yet it is the past.

Following the traces of a previous thought: What do actors do? What do directors do? Actors are necessary, even if they are reduced to automata or to machines. But are directors necessary to the theatrical work? What about actor-managers, don’t they in the absence of directors do just as