“so i read and read, a little of everything, haphazard, but books of philosophy especially. heavy stuff, i grant you; but when you get a little of it inside you, you grow light as a feather and begin to touch the clouds. i believe i was always a bit queer in my head. but these readings quite finished me. when i no longer knew what i was about, i would shut up the library, and go off along a little path that led down a steep incline to a solitary strip of seashore. the sight of that monotonous expanse of water filled me with a strange awe that changed little by little into unbearable oppression.” [1]

04/02/2012 § Leave a comment

dag alveng, the photographer shoots himself (1981)

 

this semester started with a bang.  currently catching up with a lot of projects.  hope to post soon.

 

gone for a dip

a young hare

 

 

notes:

[title]     today’s title comes from the book the late mattia pascal by luigi pirandello.  today’s excerpt was taken from the guttenberg press website’s version of the text found here.

[image]     the image today comes from dag alveng.  for more of his photography visit his website… here.

[previous levitation]     s.2011 and f.2011.

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You are currently reading “so i read and read, a little of everything, haphazard, but books of philosophy especially. heavy stuff, i grant you; but when you get a little of it inside you, you grow light as a feather and begin to touch the clouds. i believe i was always a bit queer in my head. but these readings quite finished me. when i no longer knew what i was about, i would shut up the library, and go off along a little path that led down a steep incline to a solitary strip of seashore. the sight of that monotonous expanse of water filled me with a strange awe that changed little by little into unbearable oppression.” [1] at a young hare.

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