Let us agree to blame everything on the speed at which things happen.
From the viewpoint of contemporary (provisional) physics, this is certainly a tenable argument. It holds water, or whatever arguments are expected to hold today. Quarks.
I mean by this that I am very interested in the dilatory aspects of existence. Maybe this is because art largely lives in the dilatory. A moment--a painting, music, vicissitudinous poem--dilates, opens a space within you and that interiority breathes, or does something very much like long, slow breathing. You walk the wet city streets afterwards, breathing that poem, song buried alive by that car door you just slammed, that series of paintings where the real action happened in the wall space between bright canvases in which you (correctly) intuited the real abyss the painter had felt between canvas A and canvas B. That long gone interim respires. And your body is the perfect nook, like a sunlight corner on the perfect floor of prime architecture in a city where "to recede" costs a great deal of money.
I am looking at the INSERT key and thinking
so much depends
upon
But this is an argument of Logos and not an argument of physicality. Hence bullshit
From the viewpoint of contemporary (provisional) physics, this is certainly a tenable argument. It holds water, or whatever arguments are expected to hold today. Quarks.
I mean by this that I am very interested in the dilatory aspects of existence. Maybe this is because art largely lives in the dilatory. A moment--a painting, music, vicissitudinous poem--dilates, opens a space within you and that interiority breathes, or does something very much like long, slow breathing. You walk the wet city streets afterwards, breathing that poem, song buried alive by that car door you just slammed, that series of paintings where the real action happened in the wall space between bright canvases in which you (correctly) intuited the real abyss the painter had felt between canvas A and canvas B. That long gone interim respires. And your body is the perfect nook, like a sunlight corner on the perfect floor of prime architecture in a city where "to recede" costs a great deal of money.
I am looking at the INSERT key and thinking
so much depends
upon
But this is an argument of Logos and not an argument of physicality. Hence bullshit
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