Repetition was key to the representations of hell our teachers unveiled to us. Without repetition, the eternal dimension would have seemed flat and less frightful. – Carlos Eire, Waiting for Snow in Havana, pp. 172-173

Shakespeare était auteur, acteur et chef de troupe. Dans sa vie lui-même a été un spectacle. A présent il est un texte. Il faut être un beau salaud pour lui refuser l’infidélité qui lui est due – Carmelo Bene in an interview Deleuze’s commentary, in “Un manifeste de moins”

It is all so ugly. … I would much rather join those who prefer to float on their backs for a while, drifting on the ocean with their eyes turned toward heaven, and who then go down with a little prayer. …it is not in my nature to tilt against the

today I am picking a cold minority, to bring to your attention this master of needlepoint, who is equally able in all the fine digital disciplines. Please take advantage of the new and entirely justified link to his space and his sewing circle in the blogrole opposite and, remember, keep

I have nothing but the utmost contempt for Kant, and so should you. He was foolish enough to trust entirely in one kind of reasoning alone, and verbose enough to convince many other smart people that he was right. Benighted fool, that lousy philosopher Kant, curse of the thinking class.

I apologise for the formatting of it. But it’s there. So it is. Legible. Virtually complete. As to whether it stands up on its own, I look forward to your comments and criticism. I am openly soliciting for feedback. Feedback and the money to produce the work. At City Art Rooms, in March.