Coccige Log

Mood

Explore the scales of the universe

I say yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah!

I know you have the dove I'm not getting wet

Don't say thank you or please I do what I want when I'm wanting to

Life as repetition, music as a cage

Il corpo: superficie d’iscrizione degli avvenimenti (laddove il linguaggio li distingue, e le idee li dissolvono),  luogo di dissociazione dell’Io (al quale cerca di prestare la chimera di un’unità sostanziale), volume in perpetuo sgretolamento. Michel Foucault - Nietzsche, la genealogia, la storia - Parigi 1971

“It’s incredible! Ten thousand years, I have waited for you! Ten million times, I have dreamed of you” “What is your name?” “Animah!”

[via Yayo]

Madame Blanc: Part of the issue always is not being able to see your body in space. One angle in one mirror or on film is not enough. Movement is never mute. It is a language. It’s a series of energetic shapes written in the air, like words forming sentences. Like poems. Like prayers. Susie: Spells? Madame Blanc: When you jump, it’s not the height, but the space beneath you that matters. Every leap into the air must be a coup de foudre. Susie: I don’t understand. Madame Blanc: A strike of lightning. A bolt of love, in fact. Susie: That’s beautiful. Madame Blanc: There are two things that dance can never be again: beautiful and cheerful. Today, we need to break the nose of every beautiful thing. And if you’re going to be a dancer, you must learn French.

Me. Also me.

Simplicity and complexity

The sixteenth time that Juno spacecraft has passed near Jupiter (2016)

Mano Pantea (tratta da “Alcuni monumenti del Museo Carrafa” 1778 https://archive.org/details/alcunimonumentid00cara/page/n4)