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“The camera! It is in the car. All this and no picture, huh? We just have to remember it then. Huh? Will you remember this day, Gogol? "How long do I have to remember it? "Ah, remember it always. Remember that you and I made the journey and went together to a place where there was nowhere left to go.

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“I loved idiotic pictures, fanlights, stage scenes, mountebanks' backcloths, inn-signs, popular prints; unfashionable literature, church Latin, erotic books with poor spelling, novels of grandmother's day, fairy tales, little books for children, old operas, empty refrains, naïve rhythms.”

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Auggie’s Photobook. Smoke (Wayne Wang, 1995)

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Orange in the middle of a table

It isn't enough to walk around it at a distance, saying it's an orange: nothing to do with us, nothing else: leave it alone I want to pick it up in my hand I want to peel the skin off; I want more to be said to me than just Orange: want to be told everything it has to say And you, sitting across the table, at a distance, with your smile contained, and like the orange in the sun: silent: Your silence isn't enough for me now, no matter with what contentment you fold your hands together; I want anything you can say in the sunlight: stories of your various childhoods, aimless journeyings, your loves; your articulate skeleton; your posturings; your lies. These orange silences (sunlight and hidden smile) make me want to wrench you into saying; now I'd crack your skull like a walnut, split it like a pumpkin to make you talk, or get a look inside But quietly: if I take the orange with care enough and hold it gently I may find an egg a sun an orange moon perhaps a skull; center of all energy resting in my hand can change it to whatever I desire it to be and you, man, orange afternoon lover, wherever you sit across from me (tables, trains, buses) if I watch quietly enough and long enough at last, you will say (maybe without speaking) (there are mountains inside your skull garden and chaos, ocean and hurricane; certain corners of rooms, portraits of great grandmothers, curtains of a particular shade; your deserts; your private dinosaurs; the first woman) all I need to know tell me everything just as it was from the beginning.

Against Still Life - Margaret Atwood 

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Time To Stop

There are times when going to museums makes you see

pointilliste anthills,

Picasso faces on milkmen framed in the living room window,

a violet shadow all around a dead or dying cow and you come back at night to see how it looks under the gaslight,

and after an accident, blood looks remarkably like fresh paint.

Then it’s time to stop going to museums

- AK Ramanujan -

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Jean-Luc Godard, La Chinoise

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"On the count of ten, you will be in Europa."

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Léon Foucault, "Spectre solaire", 1844, daguerréotype, 128 x 94 mm (coll. SFP).

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Mother and Brother. 70's.

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Constanze Mozart alleged photograph (1840)

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