6th december 2004
on the environmental destruction caused by airline fuel
A friend says
- I just got back from New York. I bought about 8 CDs. One of them is, um . . . I've forgotten.
9th december 2004
I have transformed myself IN THE ZERO OF FORM and dragged myself out of the rubbish-filled pool of academic art. I have torn through the blue lampshade of colour limitations, and come out into the white. I have conquered the lining of the Heavenly, have torn it down and making a bag, put in colours and tied it with a knot. Sail forth! The white, free chasm, infinity is before us.
- Kasimir Malevich, Essays on Art
11th december 2004
once more, everything is permitted
Dr Perry is back on the block, after a langorous hiatus of ten months or so.
13th december 2004
After Dillettante Concetti
(after Dante Gabriel Rossetti)
"Why do you wear your hair like a man,
"But why does your figure appear so lean,
"But why is your face so yellowy white,
"And who's Mother Carey, and what is her train,
"And what's a refrain? What a curious word,
(A big brother speaketh:)
"The refrain you've studied a meaning had,
"But the finical fashion has had its day,
(A pause. Then the big brother singeth, accompanying himself
"Look in my face. My name is Used-to-was,
"What a cheap dodge I am! The cats who dart
Indebted to Open Brackets for the It-will-wash-no-more fragment, which led to further research.
14th december 2004
Sweat was gathering on my brow, my heart was thumping wildly and the bare wooden floors seemed to tingle still with the echoing noises my feet had made. I moved to the window and looked out. The yellow light was still lying on the air and shining on the same tree-leaves but now it was streaming from the window of the room I had just left. I felt I was standing within three yards of something unspeakably inhuman and diabolical which was using its trick of light to lure me on to something still more horrible.
- Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman
18th december 2004
Waiting for the bus in the grey drizzle I daydream. The Abbey is gloomy. I pass the tomb of Aylmer de Valence, its decorative ogees the subject of a long lecture by Nik Pevsner in the winter of 1963.
I owe so much to Nik. Here on the top of the bus I carry in my mind an encyclopaedia of architectural detail. With this I can while away the time - ogee, architrave, crazy vault, flying buttress.
- Derek Jarman, Journal December 1989
30th december 2004
Recently, photography has become almost as widely practised an amusement as sex and dancing - which means that like every mass art form, photography is not practised by most people as an art. It is mainly a social rite, a defense against anxiety, and a tool of power.
- Susan Sontag (1933-2004), On Photography