“It is a curious emotion, this certain homesickness I have in mind. With Americans, it is a national trait, as native to us as the roller-coaster or the jukebox. It is no simple longing for the home town or country of our birth. The emotion is Janus-faced: we are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.”
“Le vrai charme des gens, c’est le côté où ils perdent un peu les pédales. C’est le côté où ils ne savent plus très bien où ils en sont. Ça ne veut pas dire qu’ils s’écroulent, au contraire, ce sont des gens qui ne s’écroulent pas. Mais si tu ne saisis pas la petite racine, ou le petit grain, la folie chez quelqu’un, tu ne peux pas l’aimer”.
Gilles Deleuze – Le charme de la démence
La Femme – Sur La Planche
Siriusmo – Petit Cochon
Perera Elsewhere – Drunk Man
:. Paris, October 2013
Got something to say? Need to say it? Unfulfilled? Never made sense of what you are, who you were, who you will be? Unfulfilled?
Do you forget sometimes about your own skin, your own hair, or other people’s hair and skin? Can you make more hair, more skin?
Do you need more hair and/or skin? Unfulfilled? Are you satisfied with it all? Do you see it all?
What room are you in? What room do you want to be in? How big is your room? Unfulfilled?
Have you ever said a thing inside your brain, and then sent it to your hand to move a pencil to write it into symbols onto a paper, which used to be a tree, and then used your eyes to translate those symbols back into the thing you just said inches away in your brain, and then re-said it with your mouth into an ear? Whose ear was it? Unfulfilled?
Ever eaten things that made you think differently? Breathed things? Unfulfilled? Feel things? Felt things?
We are you.
“I only know goodness… and anger… and revenge and evil and desire.
These seem to me far better words then ‘neurosis’ and ‘psychology’ and ‘paranoia’.
These old words, these good old words have a sort of… conviction…
which all this modern apparatus of language now lacks.
We bury these words, these simple feelings. We bury them deep.
And all the building over that constitutes this century will not wish these feelings away.”
Gone. They sing. Forgotten. I too.
Bessedof – Beat tape 2
Grimes – Genesis
:. Artwork by Jim Naughten
Le début du début.
Desire – Don’t call
:. Photos by Preeti Verma