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So finally here we are, at the beginning of a whole new era. The start of a brand new world. And now what? How do we start? How do we begin again? And then again, today’s the day, and those were the days, and now these are the days. So which way do we go? What are days for? To wake us up, to put between the endless nights.
And another way to look at time is this: there was an old married couple and they had always hated each other, never been able to stand the sight of each other, really. And when they were in their nineties, they finally got divorced. And people said: Why did you wait so long? Why didn’t you do this a whole lot earlier? And they said: Well, we wanted to wait until the children died.
Ah, America. And yes that will be America. A whole new place just waiting to happen. Broken up parking lots, rotten dumps, speed balls, accidents and hesitations. Things left behind. Styrofoam, computer chips. And meanwhile all over town, checks are bouncing and accounts are being automatically closed. Passwords are expiring. And everyone’s counting and comparing and predicting. Will it be the best of times, will it be the worst of times, or will it just be another one of those times?
And you, you who can be silent in four languages: your silence will be considered your consent.
And you know, the reason I really love the stars is that we cannot hunt them. We can’t burn them or melt them or make them overflow. We can’t flood them or blow them up or turn them out. But we are reaching for them. We are reaching for them.
Some say our empire is passing, as all empires do. And others haven’t a clue what time it is, or where it goes, or even where the clock is. And oh, the majesty of dreams. An unstoppable train. Different colored wonderlands. Freedom of speech and sex with strangers. And oh, my brothers, and oh, my sisters, what are days for? Days are where we live. How do we begin again? How do we begin?
“When I close my eyes and dream swans come, I’m dancing with their necks, dancing neck to neck.”
“Nothing can hold you down, nothing that you lack.”
Antony and the Johnsons, Thank You for Your Love
Via jonnodotcom, BUTT. More Antony.
“I’m seeing something that was always hidden. I’m in the middle of a mystery and it’s all secret.”
— Jeffrey Beaumont, Blue Velvet
“I think someone who seems to embody both masculine and feminine experience can have some additional insight — I often go to music as a source of healing for myself, so it may not be the musician as much as the music.”
Naoya Ikegami, Kazuo Ohno
“The Crying Light is dedicated to the great dancer Kazuo Ohno. In performance I watched him cast a circle of light upon the stage, and step into that circle, and reveal the dreams and reveries of his heart. He seemed to dance in the eye of something mysterious and creative; with every gesture he embodied the child and the feminine divine. He’s kind of like my art parent.”
“I see things you were too tired, too scared to see. Eyes open. Shut your eyes.”
“How exquisite that gaze of yours would be if you were being whipped to death, in the last agony.”
— Leopold von Sacher-Masoch
Hercules and Love Affair, You Belong
“Will you restore me? Grace my senses again?”
Hercules and Love Affair, Blind
Nick Knight & Hussein Chalayan, Readings
Hussein Chalayan’s Spring/Summer 2008 video.
Directed by Nick Knight. Soundtrack by Antony Hegarty.
