The Mind at 3 miles an hour

Frank van De Ven, Body Landscape Residency, 2011

Frank Van de Ven, Body Landscape Residency, 2011

“The multiplication of technologies in the name of efficiency is actually eradicating free time by making it possible to maximize the time and place for production and minimize the unstructured travel time in between…Too, the rhetoric of efficiency around these technologies suggests that what cannot be quantified cannot be valued-that that vast array of pleasures which fall into the category of doing nothing in particular, of woolgathering, cloud-gazing, wandering, window-shopping, are nothing but voids to be filled by something more definite, more production, or faster-paced…I like walking because it is slow, and I suspect that the mind, like the feet, works at about three miles an hour. If this is so, then modern life is moving faster than the speed of thought or thoughtfulness.” Rebecca Solnit

Text reproduced from http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/497587-the-multiplication-of-technologies-in-the-name-of-efficiency-is 08052014

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Psyche © Denise Startin

wonder.ponder.imagine.desire.ache.long

I am here “For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out, and everything changes. To someone who does not understand growth, it would look like complete destruction” – Cynthia Occelli

I am unknown possibilities trying to be possibilities, fallible, flailing, failing, falling..spɛkˈtakjʊləli/spectacularly – D

Letters of Motivation – Move[ME]nt

Loïe Fuller & The Serpentine Dance, physical poet, 1862-1928

Loïe Fuller & The Serpentine Dance, physical poet, 1862-1928

things shifting, slowly, imperceptibly, m-o-o-o-ving, don’t…know…where to…a movement toward […] away…shifting…things appearing…vanishing…[sub] emerging…it might be too soon to say “A Denise”…might be a “A…might be “A…D…might just be ” but at least that is a start…an opening

[flashing cursor on the screen as I pause then press return…and move…toward…

…uncertain steps, uncertain of his convictions, unsure of herself and…]

her future, an uncertain smile seeking a point at which rays of light converge as they simultaneously diverge, searching for the distinctness or clarity of an image rendered by an optical system in the act of moving,

a change in place
or
position, the focus of a lens, whir-click, click-clack

touching the ornaments – knick-knack – with uncertain fingers – touch, brush, tap, tap, tap…tick…tock, hearing the driving and regulatory mechanism of a watch or a clock, a movement toward, finding in the rhythmic structure of movement a self contained symphony…

a series of actions and progressive events, a centre of interest and a movement toward,

move as smoothly as wind across water, move listlessly, move quick and light, move like a flightless bird, like a shoal of silver fish, dart, descend, drift, float, glide, move as if on a treadmill to the centre of interest and a movement

toward the distinctness or clarity of an image,

pace, rush, scamper, shuffle, c-r-e-e-e-e-e-p, glide like a shadow|shadow, twist, travel, totter, hover […]

like a woman uncertain of his convictions, unsure of herself, an uncertain smile groping in the dark for the sub-conscious memory of a rhythmic structure of movement – toward – a self contained symphony.

uncertain seeking, unsure future, uncertain convictions, taking uncertain steps to a point…to a point…to a point…to a point…to a point…to to to the point at which rays of light simultaneously converge and diverge –

move[ME]nt.

Foot Notes

Artists Foot Notes © My Sole

Loïe Fuller image reproduced from https://bibliolore.org/2013/05/20/loie-fullers-serpentine-success/

 

One step forward/Two steps back (anon, anon, anon) – Three Steps into 2017

Left: Found Text in Samuel Butler Exhibition Catalogue 'Travelling the Way of All Flesh', Right: Robert Edwin Peary at the North pole by an unknown photographer.

Left: Found Text in Samuel Butler Exhibition Catalogue ‘Travelling the Way of All Flesh’, Right: Robert Edwin Peary at the North pole by an unknown photographer.

“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”

Yours for a resolute 2017

Extract from T.S Eliot’s Little Gidding, the last of Eliot’s Four Quartets, 1942. Quote reproduced from http://www.columbia.edu/itc/history/winter/w3206/edit/tseliotlittlegidding.html