“Our consciousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us any more than without us: there have been many circulations of the sap before we detect the smallest sign of the bud.”
Flowers of the Sky - a collection of images, spanning nearly a millennia, of comets, meteors, meteorites and shooting stars. See the whole selection here: http://bit.ly/1ruGqe7
..two moments in life radically rebel against the concession made by consciousness: the sexual act and death. Each in its own way are the absolute negation of objective time, the qualitative instant in its purest form.
Thanks to film, nowadays we can desecrate and show at will the only one of our possessions that is temporarily inalienable: dead without a requiem, the eternal dead-again of the cinema!
I imagine the supreme cinematic perversion would be the projection of an execution backward like those comic newsreels in which the diver jumps up from the water back onto his diving board.
The cinema has given the death of Manolette a material eternity.
On the screen, the toreador dies every afternoon.
IF I should die
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam
And noon should burn
As it has usual done;
If birds should build as early
And bees as bustling go,
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
’T is sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with daisies lie
That commerce will continue
And trades as briskly fly
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
each that we lose takes part of us;
a crescent still abides
which like the moon, some turbid night,
is summoned by the tides.
Somewhere, Nicolas Menard
It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality.
The old miraculous image of the most-blessed Virgin Mary in the church of St. Mathias near Trier.