the speed of standing still
he
asks
if
there
is
time
while
she
flies
through
the
darkness
til
firstlight
thinking 'stay' while crashing into words
"...the furniture we are forever rearranging" (D&G, ATP)
©2004-2006 nameoftherose
These are the inhalations~exhalations of one atelierista engaged in a daily turn about, an ongoing conversation, a line of flight that casts pebbles into ripples and tacks between the lived events of reggio emilia's pedagogy of listening as a world view of communities in collaboration whenever certainties are questioned and a way of becoming-allthings deleuzoguattarian through the visible trace of this expression. Without listening, one cannot let go.
©2004-2006 nameoftherose
3 Comments:
I can never tell to what extent what you write is auto-biographical or simply ispired from elsewhere, as you move beyond the [me/myself/I/etc].
this rings true, however - and [crashing into words] resonates.
art is nothing if not autobiographical
but also this...'rhythm, pace, penitance'...
"But when a writer plans something new, and conceives a different kind of reader, he wants to be...a philosopher, who senses the patterns of the Zeitgeist. He wants to reveal to his public what it should want, even if he does not know it. He wants ot reveal the reader to himself." (Umberto Eco)
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