re-brklyn
tonight I am up packing and cleaning, and I will see tomorrow's morning dawn to an empty room, and I know it.
tomorrow I will go sleep in brooklyn, watch the sun set as I cross atlantic avenue. my landscape will once again be dotted with rooftops, vacant warehouses, the incessant thrumm of the overhead heater. I will say: here it is, space, I've regained this intangible thing, graspable intangible presence. here it is.
korea in the dash between '2008-2009'
I don't know. things were different this time.
things got amplified, fell into place. when kneading dough there's a moment when everything coheres together into a elastic ball, no longer too sticky. the absence of progress in any repeated movement suddenly gives away to a series of revelations and reveal-ations. there's more here, if you look for it. more things sliding under things, if you're willing to be there.
it's not so much the same subject matter transposed onto different languages or cultures, it's the atmosphere itself that whirls in the air, neither form or content but attitude.
having navigated a metaphorical city I come out the other end understanding more of its alleyways. I've entered some of its buildings. I've met some of its people. understood more than a facade.
why is that?
"A great designer has to know everything (language, history, ethnography, anthropology, psychology, biology, anatomy, etc.), while an artist doesn't have to know anything. This polarity ... is the starting point. But ironically, to really appreciate design, it is not about knowledge, but about the experience of living with the work; you don't have to know anything, and you get its 'information' almost through osmosis. Whereas to appreciate a good artwork, you have to bring and apply absolutely everything you know. Why is that?"
- Richard Tuttle
dream within a dream
I had a dream yesterday night that I was having a dream.
More specifically, I had a dream in which I had a very vivid dream, and I woke up. The dream-within-a-dream was one that was very innovative and startling in its storyline that I wanted to write it down, because I was surprised that I came up with such a chain of events. Unfortunately, people started talking to me and stopping me. Also, I only had a pen in my hand, and couldn't find any paper, or even a computer.
Sometime in the dream (or the dream within a dream) I went to someone's house in which there was a Technics SL1200 mounted on a piece of ripped-off plywood.
In the end, I couldn't write the dream down, and I just woke up.
When I ride cars at night, within this city so yearning towards the west, sometimes I wonder if the westward vector and an eastbound position don't balance each other out, and that what I'm seeing every night passing by is pure modernity, distilled. The science of rectangular signs and buildings taken form, buildings without regard to architectural style, pure neon, light, technology, change seen only when things are passing too fast to discern.
Yes. Do-Ho Suh is very Asian, Confucian, Korean.
I can't do this. I really can't do this right now this instant and this hour, and by 'this', I mean this introspection concerning this and this tuning-fork twin-polar national oscillation. Thought has been a constant process undergone for several years, but thought can only get more complex, takes on issues can only become more intertwined. Really, all I want is NOW to not give a shit, the same way that Do-Ho Suh's figurines wish to defy gravity (and more). Really, all I want is my fucking standing waves to be three dimensional, my own sounds to be inductions of inductions of inductions or something, not limited to a single hyperplane.
I want to see you again, new york.
Ceremony (New Order cover) - Radiohead
I am thankful for the small things, such as songs like the above.