the sourcerer: More smoke and mirrors.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

More smoke and mirrors.

A week in black and white with a fox called Colour. Blood orange thunderclouds at Fisantekraal. Shepard's warning. Our hero is bitten by a snake. Thank goodness he has a rubber leg. The snake wrangler drinks Oros. The tribe is armed with plastic guns. Stones on the runway. The cobweb machine works. (In Germany it is bigger and better.) Every night, Diane Arbus dreams. Wish on an eyelash, snow in Paris. And my mother strides across the mantlepiece,
nineteen forever.

4 comments:

arcadia said...: Hi Lily. Hoe gaan dit? Ek dink aan jou.; February 13, 2012 at 8:28 AM
the sourcerer said...: dankie...
party dae rof, ander minder. jy weet mos. en, by the way, dis nooit te vroeg vir 'n glas wyn nie - baie geluk!
X; February 13, 2012 at 2:13 PM
Marie said...: "And every day my mother strides..."

Beautiful.

A champagne cork chair collection now? :-); February 15, 2012 at 5:18 PM
the sourcerer said...: the chairs from long ago... difficult to throw away.
ah Marie - I'm sorry I missed saying so long. but you're home and safe with your furred one and the not so.
xx; February 15, 2012 at 5:29 PM

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You could tend a garden at night, only at night, pouring dark water onto leaves, and into the earth, like pouring midnight onto midnight. You could hold your soil-stained hands up to the moon. The stars would gleam on the bottom of the shovel. It would smell the same as a daytime garden - it would smell green, violet, red, white. But come back, in daylight. Come back, to see the colours without closing your eyes.
- Sean Michaels. Accompaniment to the song "Immune" by LOW. Said the Gramophone

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: "It's not where you take things from - it's where you take them to."
Jim Jarmusch (1953- )

You got very hungry when you did not eat enough in Paris because all the bakery shops had such good things in the windows and people ate outside at tables on the sidewalk so that you saw and smelled the food. When you had given up journalism and were writing nothing that anyone in America would buy, explaining at home that you were lunching out with someone, the best place to go was the Luxembourg gardens where you smelled and saw nothing to eat all the way from the Place de l'Observatoire to the rue de Vaugirard. There you could always go into the Luxembourg museum and all the paintings were sharpened and clearer and more beautiful if you were belly-empty, hollow-hungry. I learned to understand Cézanne much better and to see truly how he made landscapes when I was hungry. I used to wonder if he were hungry too when he painted; but I thought possibly it was only that he had forgotten to eat. It was one of those unsound but illuminating thoughts you have when you have been sleepless or hungry. Later I thought that Cézanne was probably hungry in a different way.
Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961) - from A Moveable Feast.