Becoming is always of a different order than filiation. It concerns alliance. If evolution includes any veritable becomings, it is in the domain of symbioses that bring into play beings of totally different scales and kingdoms, with no possible filiation. There is a block of becoming that snaps up the wasp and the orchid, but from which no wasp-orchid could ever descend.
I went to Istanbul, a city surrounded by water, I met people who had never seen the sea. I filmed their first time.
From Voir la Mer (2011) by Sophie Calle.
I will always crave that edge, the edge of transformation.
it is in fact a task of mine; to seek it and to push it in myself and others….
despite what it may cost
Henry Darger (1892-1973)
In order to understand, I destroyed myself.
this sounds like such a clique statement
but to think of it as something with delibiration
the destruction is rarely concious
Fernando Pessoa (via fagnificient)
there are those moments when you are not there, when there is nothing at all to lift you, to elevate you, move you, and you turn, inward; sour or outward, grasping and fumbling, perhaps it is better to wallow for a moment in the soft misery, biding your time patiently, in wait of the next chord, the next light, the next sublime human interaction, which will sweep you into it with all of its force. Just wait. And remember.
outside there are lights moving, and bodies moving, but my own body is still a formless craving, gasping at the beauty of those fluctuation, enabling others
where you going to get that fire?
and I ask them to sit some, my eye gasp, body heavy, body; mind sharp.
“darling, we are going to have to break some shit, to give each other what we want….. I only hope that you are up for it. “