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Destiny is not a Goal
Being in life is a progression accumulating moments, cycles, an ever riper age. And at ever recurring junctures any animal may become noble.
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Anna Bolena — tragically interrupted
Anna Bolena wrapped her long hair in one hand, lifted it above her shoulder, arm stretched, and walked decisively a few steps before an abrupt stop, swinging her black tail frontwards in an arch over her head where it hung before her forehead, as she took a drastic bow that exposed her neck to the…
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From Flower to Flower
a conversation excerpt – 10.3.2020 Beauty aplenty! Everywhere, on every level inanimate and lively still and torrential light and heavy And I always have this urge to dissect and experiment with what I am, with what I witness around me — food, music, thoughts turned words, words turned thoughts Relaying, relating, relationships, conversations All make…
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—ing forms
eating drinking thinking singing / an introduction These constitute the mortal and immortal, physical and metaphysical, spiritual and carnal, the spheres which combined may be identified as the individual entity. They are the basic harmonious set, demonstrating the organic simplicity, and greatness in being. Eating, drinking, and sensual intake are daily apertures to joy, supporting…
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No Tipping
I feel compelled to reflect upon the mind and soul of a society that reaches the conclusion of preventing tipping. Equally moved am I to reflect on the direction the people will be swayed into as a result. Seeing this young man in his service uniform in Bandung in 2018, I had to have a…
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License to a Kill
This is a concept perpetuated by those humans who do not recognize that the -ing form in human being is an imposed conjugation which even Shakespeare avoided in his existential question. Religions claim it, cultures implement it. Some individuals may carry but out of cancerous arrogance, forgetting that cancer tends to eat its own. It…
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Joy:
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On the Bed of Liveliness
I lie on the bed of liveliness, sit on it, stand, spring on it, cry, scream and laugh, all for the sake of reaching the incompleteness of life and its concrete fragility.
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Man and Flower
With a work I created for an exhibition at the Galerie Joachim Blüher (Cologne, Germany) in the mid 1990s, the interest for questions on human existence was revived. Blüher invited me to participate in a group exhibition he was preparing on the topic of flowers. My initial reaction was reluctance towards making flowers but I…
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Curiosity killed a Cat
…while it allowed another to live longer.
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Tree, Animal, Man
Questions continue to arise, propellers being life, love, condition, spirit, digression, the refined material, the immaterial, the concept of perfection, of climax, no end. Is it not true that the tree, the animal, and man, all ought to be majuscules, like god?
Sila Blume 