A game with non-existent objects: a continuation or an expectation in
people who disappear; whose dull shouts can be heard from within the
wall. Hence they are said to be stuck in their career. This goes on for
seven days and three nights, then the wall breaks. Connexions between
elements and unconnected elements that could be connected: Odd
partials, second-hands moving at regular angular velocity, eye and
metronome, commented with hieroglyphs and in greek; birds with long
beeks, fishes and metronomes, birds wearing a tie?
I do not despise any of this, but strive towards a bleach indifference
towards every sensation: Cutting lemniscate. Citrus-sour circles.
Threatful squares and sexy squares walking down a staircase. (Looks as
if one walks around inside a sack with arms raised.)
There is some controversy as to whether we should dream up all these contours or if we could describe them while awake.
We have to wait for one minute, several times. My fascination with the unreal has almost completely come to an end.
The fact that the announced sound of the bell never occurs just leads
the attention to other creatures that appear in the guise of a bell. We
refuse the bad bells, the ones that look more or less like a candy
bowl. We accept Gaussian curves. By striking one with a metal stick we
have a perfectly satisfactory alternative to real bell sounds. We have
to provide compressed air! Scenario: A square is bombed
with a slowly swelling diffuse point of light that moves to the right.
The square swallows the light point and folds in around it, slowly deforming
into a triangle.
Draw a map over the area
existing outside this world, in the form of a printed page. (To be be hung on a wall.)
All this is experienced under hypnosis. Text lines, hieroglyphic translations; at the sound of the bell your dreams will begin
You may also need an Hybrisgenerator
on your way.
...one-eyed stories with comments. A shadow-play with hands, where the
eye or a large now-point materializes. This can be grasped. In quite an
orthodox manner, I prefer not to designate. Wink! Close your eyes. It
has already been decided that your dreams will begin at the sound of
the "bell". Thus, any sound whatsoever will serve as a bell. The
metronome could be composed of hands, or the negative space of hands,
or a cellular automaton running out of itself, slowly deforming. It
could also be made of billiard-balls put in position for the first
stroke: V-shape demolished, not by an external hammer, but of its inner force
(the color blending). Furthermore: crescent moons, colors and positions
vibrating with uncertainty: positioned scarcely noticeably to the left
of perfect center and
in other unstable constellations-but all in stills. Moreover, growing
tangles, deformed Lissajous curves and skeins even worse, heaps of
garbage, spirals one travels into (Archimedian, so it's possible to
pass through them and get out on the other side), the construction of
various rooms or worlds, and again, those hieroglyphic text lines ... la grande gidouille
plus surveillance cameras supervising the landscape and referring it manyfoldedly. Spiral = golden disc. To be considered.