broadcast dec 2005--stockholm
"Your stories leave the grooves of storytelling and become sheer discovery of speech at its end, in its last inscribed, audible moments..." (Edmond Jabes)
wandering the streets of stockholm feeling lost and at peace. this sweet feeling of realising that i have absolutely no reason to be here, or anywhere. which means my mind is free just to look and see. "i have nothing to say and i am saying it." besides, i dont really need reasons anymore. i'm just here. the mid-day sun just covers the rooftops. its dark at 3.30 pm.
if honesty is important to you, just stop explaining yourself. dont burn any bridges, just assume that they dont exist. be there for other people, but not for other people's fears. and whatever happens in your life, blame no-one and nothing, not even yourself. "to live outside the law you have to be honest."
this feeling called 'europe', this corner of a room where i sleep and meditate.
little green orange red lights dotted around me: telephones, cable tv, electric toothbrush, laptop. and snow on the rooftops opposite, like a quotation from some twelfth century christian mystic. writing at the computer (how old-fashioned that word is now) and listening to bjork's voice, layered, bleeping, shimmeringly and silently emotional. on the laptop screen a japanese girl lies on a bare wooden floor, covered by a song playlist window and this textbox, like two quilts. just being back in these kind of electronic quotational emotional disappearing spaces is incredibly powerful. tanya's house is beautifully saturated with these kind of spaces.
voices without bodies: the only furniture that some people understand now. computer playlists, podcasts, dropped songs, skype recordings. the 'chocolate hand-grenade' of the mobile phone. "mind-made objects." where we are there is only 'this' and 'this' and 'this'. a world falling apart electronically, gracefully.
lying on his deathbed writing to a friend, heidegger wondered "whether and how, in the age of a uniform technological world civilisation, there can still be such a thing as home." i love questions like this - love all the questions i hear heidegger asking - and i hope to wander through england asking questions like this, in the company of old friends and alone, out of sheer joy.
tonight, london.
wandering the streets of stockholm feeling lost and at peace. this sweet feeling of realising that i have absolutely no reason to be here, or anywhere. which means my mind is free just to look and see. "i have nothing to say and i am saying it." besides, i dont really need reasons anymore. i'm just here. the mid-day sun just covers the rooftops. its dark at 3.30 pm.
if honesty is important to you, just stop explaining yourself. dont burn any bridges, just assume that they dont exist. be there for other people, but not for other people's fears. and whatever happens in your life, blame no-one and nothing, not even yourself. "to live outside the law you have to be honest."
this feeling called 'europe', this corner of a room where i sleep and meditate.
little green orange red lights dotted around me: telephones, cable tv, electric toothbrush, laptop. and snow on the rooftops opposite, like a quotation from some twelfth century christian mystic. writing at the computer (how old-fashioned that word is now) and listening to bjork's voice, layered, bleeping, shimmeringly and silently emotional. on the laptop screen a japanese girl lies on a bare wooden floor, covered by a song playlist window and this textbox, like two quilts. just being back in these kind of electronic quotational emotional disappearing spaces is incredibly powerful. tanya's house is beautifully saturated with these kind of spaces.
voices without bodies: the only furniture that some people understand now. computer playlists, podcasts, dropped songs, skype recordings. the 'chocolate hand-grenade' of the mobile phone. "mind-made objects." where we are there is only 'this' and 'this' and 'this'. a world falling apart electronically, gracefully.
lying on his deathbed writing to a friend, heidegger wondered "whether and how, in the age of a uniform technological world civilisation, there can still be such a thing as home." i love questions like this - love all the questions i hear heidegger asking - and i hope to wander through england asking questions like this, in the company of old friends and alone, out of sheer joy.
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