- Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping (via tristealven)
Ceal Floyer’s Wish You Were Here (2008)
Urs Fischer - Old Pain (installation image), 2007. (Plaster, pigment, screw, polyurethane glue, wire, 26x25x15 cm.) Photo by Stefan Altenburger.
“Here, the classical figure of the thinker is overturned and deprived of its brain. The body is questioned, dismembered, cut to pieces. Source.”
There’s nothing to be sad about,
Sadness is a crime, a prison.
A strange impression, I have risen.
Up-flying arms, with a bad break,
Tormented smile - I and the sitter
Had to become thus through the bitter
Hours of profligate give and take.
He wiled it that it should be so,
He went, and arranged other limbs,
And other draperies. Void of dreams,
I lie in mortal lethargy.
- Jeanette Winterson in Gut Symmetries
I know I am a fool, trying to make connections out of scraps but how else is there to proceed? The fragmentariness of life makes coherence suspect but to babble is a different kind of treachery. Perhaps it is a vanity. Am I vain enough to assume you will understand me? No. So I go on puzzling over new joints for words, hoping that this time, one piece will slide smooth against the next.
Walk with me. Hand in hand through the nightmare of narrative, the neat sentences secret-nailed over meaning. Meaning mewed up like an anchorite, its vision in broken pieces behind the wall. And if we pull away the panelling, then what? Without the surface, what hope of contact, of conversation? How will I come to read the rawness inside?
The story of my day, the story of my life, the story of how we met, of what happened before we met. And every story I begin to tell talks across a story I cannot tell. And if I were not telling story to you but to someone else, would it be the same story?"
- Jeanette Winterson in ‘Gut Symmetries’
We met, we said goodbye.
I wrote thousands of lines.
Not one told me."
- Jon Hamm as Don Draper in Mad Men (TV Series)